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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391792" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Eliza Harris</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a fawn from the arrow, startled and wild,<br>A woman swept by us, bearing a child;<br>In her eye was the night of a settled despair,<br>And her brow was o'ershaded with anguish and care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was nearing the river—in reaching the brink,<br>She heeded no danger, she paused not to think!<br>For she is a mother—her child is a slave—<br>And she'll give him his freedom, or find him a grave!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas a vision to haunt us, that innocent face—<br>So pale in its aspect, so fair in its grace;<br>As the tramp of the horse and the bay of the hound,<br>With the fetters that gall, were trailing the ground!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was nerved by despair, and strengthen'd by woe,<br>As she leap'd o'er the chasms that yawn'd from below;<br>Death howl'd in the tempest, and rav'd in the blast,<br>But she heard not the sound till the danger was past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! how shall I speak of my proud country's shame?<br>Of the stains on her glory, how give them their name?<br>How say that her banner in mockery waves—<br>Her &quot;star-spangled banner&quot;—o'er millions of slaves?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How say that the lawless may torture and chase<br>A woman whose crime is the hue of her face?<br>How the depths of forest may echo around<br>With the shrieks of despair, and the bay of the hound?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With her step on the ice, and her arm on her child,<br>The danger was fearful, the pathway was wild;<br>But, aided by Heaven, she gained a free shore,<br>Where the friends of humanity open'd their door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So fragile and lovely, so fearfully pale,<br>Like a lily that bends to the breath of the gale,<br>Save the heave of her breast, and the sway of her hair,<br>You'd have thought her a statue of fear and despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In agony close to her bosom she press'd<br>The life of her heart, the child of her breast:—<br>Oh! love from its tenderness gathering might,<br>Had strengthen'd her soul for the dangers of flight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But she's free!—yes, free from the land where the slave<br>From the hand of oppression must rest in the grave;<br>Where bondage and torture, where scourges and chains<br>Have plac'd on our banner indelible stains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bloodhounds have miss'd the scent of her way;<br>The hunter is rifled and foil'd of his prey;<br>Fierce jargon and cursing, with clanking of chains,<br>Make sounds of strange discord on Liberty's plains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With the rapture of love and fullness of bliss,<br>She plac'd on his brow a mother's fond kiss:—<br>Oh! poverty, danger and death she can brave,<br>For the child of her love is no longer a slave!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frances+Ellen+Watkins+Harper">Frances Ellen Watkins Harper</a><div class=q>
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