The night is dark, and keen the air, <br />And the Slave is flying to be free; <br />His parting word is one short prayer; <br />O God, but give me Liberty! <br />Farewell-farewell; <br />Behind I leave the whips and chains, <br />Before me spreads sweet Freedom's plains. <br /> <br />One star shines in the heavens above, <br />That guides him on his lonely way;- <br />Star of the North-how deep his love <br />For thee, thou star of Liberty! <br />Farewell-farewell; <br />Behind he leaves the whips and chains, <br />Before him spreads sweet Freedom's plains.<br /><br />Anonymous Americas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flying-slave/
