Category: Black History
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“Sir, We Would See Jesus” by Frances E.W. Harper (1825 – 1911)
“…We would see Jesus; proud and high Temples and domes have met our eye…”
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From “Moses: A Story of the Nile” by Frances E. W. Harper (by 1825 – 1911)
“…f the hours; men rose not from their seats, but sat In silent awe. That lengthened night lay like a burden On the air, — a darkness one might almost gather In his hand, it was so gross and thick. Then came The last dread plague — the death of the first born…”
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“George Moses Horton, Myself” by George Moses Horton (1797? – 1883?)
George Moses Horton, Myself BY GEORGE MOSES HORTON I feel myself in need Of the inspiring strains of ancient lore, My heart to lift, my empty mind to feed, And all the world explore. I know that I am old And never can recover what is past, But for the future may some light unfold And…
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“Evening” by Paul Laurence Dunbar
“Beneath some friendly blade of grass The lazy beetle cowers; The coffers of the air are filled With offerings from the flowers.”
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“I Have a Rendevous With Life” by Countee Cullen (1903 – 1946)
“I have a rendezvous with Life, In days I hope will come,…
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“The Gift to Sing” by James Weldon Johnson (1871 – 1938)
Sometimes the mist overhangs my path, And blackening clouds about me cling; But, oh, I have a magic way To turn the gloom to cheerful day— I softly sing…
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“Ships That Pass In The Night” by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Out in the sky the great dark clouds are massing; I look far out into the pregnant night, Where I can hear a solemn booming gun And catch the gleaming of a random light, That tells me that the ship I seek is passing, passing. My tearful eyes my soul’s deep hurt are glassing; For…
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“Church Building” by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
Uncle Jacob often told us, Since freedom blessed our race We ought all to come together And build a meeting place. So we pinched, and scraped, and spared, A little here and there: Though our wages was but scanty, The church did get a share. And, when the house was finished, Uncle Jacob came to…
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“Morning Song of Love” by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Darling, my darling, my heart is on the wing, It flies to thee this morning like a bird, Like happy birds in springtime my spirits soar and sing, The same sweet song thine ears have often heard. The sun is in my window, the shadow on the lea, The wind is moving in the branches…
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