Author Archives: Lydia Guthrie

Two soft white doves fly They flash against the dark sky The slaves pause to look   A whip cracks the air A woman cries in great pain Others blindly work   The moon gently shines The doves flash brightly again A sign of freedom   Harriet Tubman "Moses is here," freedom’s near The slaves

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Come ye people Gather round A little king is sleeping sound In the stable On the hill By the inn And the old windmill He lies in the manger Where cows munch And little lambs What a happy bunch! Follow that star From the East Faster! It is not too far Hurry! Get on your

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