When My Babe Was Born, They Said

The Secrets Of Slavery Are Concealed Like Those Of The Inquisition.

When I Was Nearly Twelve Years Old, My Kind Mistress Sickened And Died.

If You Want To Be Fully Convinced Of The Abominations Of Slavery, Go On A Southern Plantation, And Call Yourself A Negro Trader. Then There Will Be No Concealment; And You Will See And Hear Things That Will Seem To You Impossible Among Human Beings With Immortal Souls.

Lives That Flash In Sunshine, And Lives That Are Born In Tears, Receive Their Hue From Circumstances.

There Are Wrongs Which Even The Grave Does Not Bury.