The Sentence Of John L Brown

Oh, from the fields of cane,

From the low rice-swamp, from the trader's cell;

From the black slave-ship's foul and loathsome hell,

And coffle's weary chain;

Hoarse, horrible, and strong,

Rises to Heaven that agonizing cry,

Filling the arches of the hollow sky,

How long, O God, how long?

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