Category: American
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“A September Night” by George Marion McClellan (1860 – 1934)
“…Stir in the moonlight haze and joyous shouts Of Negro song and mirth awake hard by The cabin dance. O, glorious is this night…”
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“Verses to My Heart’s-Sister” by Henrietta Cordelia Ray (1849 – 1916)
Verses To My Heart’s-Sister By HENRIETTA CORDELIA RAY We’ve traveled long together, O sister of my heart, Since first as little children All buoyant, we did start Upon Life’s checkered pathway, Nor dreamed of aught save joy; But ah! To-day can tell us Naught is without alloy. Rememb’rest thou the gambols Of those sweet, early…
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“Frederick Douglass” by Joseph Seamon Cotter, Sr. (1861 – 1949)
“…Howe’er this be, just fame has set Her jewels in thy coronet So firmly that the ages To come will ever honor thee And place thy name in company With patriots and sages…”
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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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“Learning to Read” by Frances E. W. Harper (1825 – 1911)
“…I remember Uncle Caldwell, Who took pot liquor fat And greased the pages of his book, And hid it in his hat…”
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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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“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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“Negro Seranade” by James Edwin Campbell
“…I’ll sing dis night twel broad day-light, Ur bu’s’ my froat wid tryin’, ’Less you come down, Miss ’Lindy Brown, 15 An’ stops dis ha’t f’um sighin’!”
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