| Old Abe Lincoln Came Out of the Wilderness |
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| To Mothers |
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| For God's Favor on the Slave |
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| Content |
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| The Young Slave to his Master |
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| That Every Yoke May Be Broken |
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| The Fortunes of Men |
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| As Thy Days So Shall Thy Strength Be |
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| That God Would Bless the Slave as He Hath Us |
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| Mec on þissum dagum deadne ofgeafun |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem