Tag: poem
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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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“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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“Bury Me in a Free Land” by Frances E.W. Harper (1825 – 1911)
“… I ask no monument, proud and high, To arrest the gaze of the passers-by; All that my yearning spirit craves, Is bury me not in a land of slaves.”
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“The Misanthropist” by James Monroe Whitfield (1822 – 1871)
The Misanthropist BY JAMES MONROE WHITFIELD In vain thou bid’st me strike the lyre, And sing a song of mirth and glee, Or, kindling with poetic fire, Attempt some higher minstrelsy; In vain, in vain! for every thought That issues from this throbbing brain, Is from its first conception fraught With gloom and darkness, woe…
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“Liberty and Slavery” by George Moses Horton (1798 – 1884)
“…How long have I in bondage lain, And languished to be free! Alas! and must I still complain— Deprived of liberty…”
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