Poem: Bury Me in a Free Land by Frances Harper

Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Make me a grave where’er you will, In a lowly plain, or a lofty hill; Make it among earth’s humblest graves, But not in a land where men are slaves. I could not rest if around my grave I heard the steps of a trembling slave; His shadow above my silentContinueContinue reading “Poem: Bury Me in a Free Land by Frances Harper”

Speech: “What, To The Slave, Is The Fourth Of July?”

by Frederick Douglass, 1852 Mr. President, Friends and Fellow Citizens: He who could address this audience without a quailing sensation, has stronger nerves than I have. I do not remember ever to have appeared as a speaker before any assembly more shrinkingly, nor with greater distrust of my ability, than I do this day. AContinueContinue reading “Speech: “What, To The Slave, Is The Fourth Of July?””

Speech: “What, To The Slave, Is The Fourth Of July?”

by Frederick Douglass, 1852Mr. President, Friends and Fellow Citizens: He who could address this audience without a quailing sensation, has stronger nerves than I have. I do not remember ever to have appeared as a speaker before any assembly more shrinkingly, nor with greater distrust of my ability, than I do this day. A feelingContinueContinue reading “Speech: “What, To The Slave, Is The Fourth Of July?””