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By Brown, William Wells
When at the driver’s call,
In cold or sultry weather,
We slaves, both great and small,
Turn out to toil together,
I feel like one from whom the sun
Of hope has long departed;
And morning’s light, and weary night,
Still find me broken-hearted;
Thus, when the chilly breath
Of night is sighing round me,
Kneel I, and wish that death
In his cold chain had bound me.
Artist: Brown, William Wells
Year: 1800