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<p><hi rend="underline"><head>The Negro</head></hi></p> | |||
'' | <p>Close to the deep & rapid Zaire<lb/> | ||
I sat beneath a mangrove tree<lb/> | |||
<del>Where flows the deep & rapid Zaire</del><lb/> | |||
And my young children, <del>gay & free</del> speaks there<lb/> | |||
<del>Were sporting on the Sunshine then:</del> <add>In the bright sunshine gay & free</add><lb/> | |||
I saw their mothers grave – & said:<lb/> | |||
"How blest a laughing child to be!<lb/> | |||
How soon their little griefs are fled –<lb/> | |||
Their joys – their raptures never flee."</p> | |||
<p>She died – she died in peace – but thought<lb/> | |||
In all those happy children met<lb/> | |||
The traces that affection sought –<lb/> | |||
Their mother's image blessed me yet –<lb/> | |||
And then I check'd my tears awhile<lb/> | |||
(Grief even a Negro's cheek can wet!)<lb/> | |||
They smiled so like their mother's smile<lb/> | |||
O how could I that smile forget!</p> | |||
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The Negro
Close to the deep & rapid Zaire
I sat beneath a mangrove tree
Where flows the deep & rapid Zaire
And my young children, gay & free speaks there
Were sporting on the Sunshine then: In the bright sunshine gay & free
I saw their mothers grave – & said:
"How blest a laughing child to be!
How soon their little griefs are fled –
Their joys – their raptures never flee."
She died – she died in peace – but thought
In all those happy children met
The traces that affection sought –
Their mother's image blessed me yet –
And then I check'd my tears awhile
(Grief even a Negro's cheek can wet!)
They smiled so like their mother's smile
O how could I that smile forget!
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