O Freedom! how are ye still born In the rude stable, in the manger nursed; What humble hands unbar those gates of morn Through which the splendors of the New Day burst.
Archibald Henry Grimké: “O Freedom! how are ye still born In the rude stable, in the manger nursed; What humble hands unbar those gates of morn…”
Editor's note · Context
Grimké reflects on the humble beginnings of the abolitionist movement and the enduring spirit of freedom.
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