John Harris – Robin’s Nest

The Fall of Slavery

by John Harris Musing, by a mossy fountain, In the blossom month of May, Saw I coming down a mountain An old man whose locks were grey; And the flowery valleys echoed, As he sang his earnest lay. “Prayer is heard, the chain is riven, Shout it over land and sea; Slavery from earth isContinue reading “The Fall of Slavery”