Poetry
by @verse-stage
Poetry Sarah Louisa Forten Purvis The Grave of the Slave The cold storms of winter shall chill him no more, His woes and his sorrows, his pains are all o’er; The sod of the valley now covers his form, He is safe in his l…
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