John Harris

(1820 - 1884 / Camborne, Cornwall)

The Fall of Slavery

Musing by a mossy fountain,
In the blossom month of May,
Saw I coming down a mountain
An old man whose locks were grey;
And the flowery valleys echoed,
As he sang his earnest lay.

'Prayer is heard, the chain is riven,
Shout it over land and sea;

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