Category: Black History
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“They Are Coming?” by Josephine Delpine Henderson Heard (1861 – 1921)
“…They are coming, rising, rising, And their progress is surprising, By their brawny muscles earning daily bread; Though their wages be a pittance, Still each week a small remittance, Builds a shelter for the weary toiling head…”
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“A January Dandelion” by George Marion McClellan (1860 – 1934)
“…O! thoughtless Dandelion, to be misled By a few warm days to leave thy natural bed, Was folly growth and blooming over soon…”
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“Aunt Chloe’s Lullaby” by Daniel Webster Davis (1862 – 1913)
“…Mammy’s baby, black an’ sweet, Jes’ like candy dat you eat, Mammy lay yo’ in dis bed, While she mek de whi’ folk’s bread…”
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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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“I Can Trust” by Daniel Webster Davis (1862 – 1913)
“I Can Trust” BY DANIEL WEBSTER DAVIS I can not see why trials come, And sorrows follow thick and fast; I can not fathom His designs, Nor why my pleasures can not last, Nor why my hopes so soon are dust, But, I can trust. When darkest clouds my sky o’er hang, And sadness seems…
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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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