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Poem: Eliza Harris by Frances Harper
BY FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER Like a fawn from the arrow, startled and wild,A woman swept by us, bearing a child;In her eye was the night of a settled despair,And her brow was o’ershaded with anguish and care. She was nearing the river—in reaching the brink,She heeded no danger, she paused not to think!For she is […]
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