Category: African-American
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“Robert G. Shaw” by Henrietta Cordelia Ray (1850? – 1916)
“…Unto her honored sons; for it was ay A loftier cause that lured him on to death. Brave men who saw their brothers held in chains, Beneath his standard battled ardently…”
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“Troubled with the Itch and Rubbing with Sulphur” by George Moses Horton (1797? – 1883?)
“..In fine, I know not which Can play the most deceitful game, The devil, sulphur, or the itch; The three are but the same…”
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“Dr. Booker T. Washington to the National Negro Business League” by Joseph Seamon Cotter, Sr. (1861 – 1949)
“…A little gold won’t mar our grace, A little ease our glory. This world’s a better biding place When money clinks its story…”
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“Away to Canada” by Joshua McCarter Simpson (1820 – 1876)
“…Farewell, old master! That’s enough for me— I’m going straight to Canada, Where colored men are free…”
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“To the Union Savers of Cleveland” by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper *(1824 – 1911)
“…But ye can not stay the whirlwind, When the storm begins to break; And our God doth rise in judgment, For the poor and needy’s sake…”
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“Imploring to be Resigned at Death” by George Moses Horton (1798–1884)
“…Let me die without fear of the dead, No horrors my soul shall dismay, And with faith’s pillow under my head, With defiance to mortal decay, Go chanting away…”
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“How Long?”by James Monroe Whitfield (1822 – 1871)
“How long, oh gracious God! how long Shall power lord it over right? The feeble, trampled by the strong, Remain in slavery’s gloomy night…”
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“Wish for an Overcoat” by Alfred Islay Walden (1847–1884)
Wish for an Overcoat BY ALFRED ISLAY WALDEN Oh! had I now an overcoat, For I am nearly freezing; My head and lungs are stopped with cold, And often I am sneezing. And, too, while passing through the street, Where merchants all are greeting, They say, young man this is the coat …
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“Wordsworth” by Charlotte L. Forten Grimke (1837 – 1914)
“…The calm, more ardent singers cannot give; As in the glare intense of tropic days, Gladly we turn from the sun’s radiant beams, And grateful hail fair Luna’s tender light…”
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“A Poem Entitled the Day and the War” by James Madison Bell (1826 – 1902)
“…A fitting day for such a deed, But far more fit, when it shall lead To the final abolition Of the last slave’s sad condition…;”
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