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Eliza's Escape
from Uncle Tom's Cabin (See notes for story background) The long night was not long enough; The new master and his hired men Soon will come; the river rages, The water glistens in the morning sun. The boat is tethered at the other side, but water beats against the wharf And ice blocks bob as if on ocean tide. The child sleeps. I can but wait, For merchants traveling to and fro Will need to reach Kentucky’s shore; I dare not rest when freedom is so close. But hark! The men are in the street; I fear one saw me in the window— I hear the pound of booted feet. Lord, help me, they will not take my only babe; With the river, I’ll take my chance— No thought. Ice bobs and sinks beneath the waves, I leap without a backward glance. The ice seems not so slippery I leap and leap and leap again God gives me purchase—we will be free! The last frozen block sinks beneath My numbéd feet. I toss my child to the ground And lunge—gripping grass midst mud and sleet, The river roars behind, a deafening sound. But o’er my head—an open hand, A heav’n sent soul, my babe held in his arms— A chance at freedom in an angry land.
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