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THE MAROON c&he Awakening Hy FRANCIS MOSES '28 / woke one morning from a dream of sleep And found my soul in a dark body wrapt— A body spurned and hated. Am I a beast; Though I Or couchant slave escaped from master's hands? Am 1 bound? And are there chains about my neck That hold me doivn? Soul, arise and rest no more; This dark frame’s no prison house for thee, Nor all man’s hate; Nor all the scorn of wicked world Shall hold thee bound. Arise, my soul, and stretch thy wings; —Child of the mountain and the storm —Thou art no captive of this baser clay; Companion of the wind and waves thou art, Arise, and take thy flight Toiuard fairer realms and loftier heights, Beyond the darkened isles Of mortal greed, of mortal lust, of mortal want,— Into thy courts of peace Where thou art free. January, 192^ Vol. 2 No. 3 Price 15 Corns Morehouse College Atlanta, Georgia