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When I Was Six Years Old, My Mother Died; And Then, For The First Time, I Learned, By The Talk Around Me, That I Was A Slave.

Could You Have Seen That Mother Clinging To Her Child, When They Fastened The Irons Upon His Wrists; Could You Have Heard Her Heart-rending Groans, And Seen Her Bloodshot Eyes Wander Wildly From Face To Face, Vainly Pleading For Mercy; Could You Have Witnessed That Scene As I Saw It, You Would Exclaim, Slavery Is Damnable!

When I Was Nearly Twelve Years Old, My Kind Mistress Sickened And Died.

I Was Born A Slave; But I Never Knew It Till Six Years Of Happy Childhood Had Passed Away

The Secrets Of Slavery Are Concealed Like Those Of The Inquisition.