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Slaves North Shall Head

Was at St. James Episcopal today listening to choir                                      who my wife is a member of. I sit on front row.                                          Keep lamps trimmed and burning is what song was                                    about.

Slaves North Shall Head

Towards North the slaves, they have to head,
Where each of their mouths will finally be fed;
In South starve;
Way North carve;
Hope someone puts them up in barn or shed.

Predicament of slaves seems so similar to 
birth of Jesus.

Jim Horn

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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