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>My mother bore me in the southern wild,
>And I am black, but O! my soul is white;
>White as an angel is the English child:
>But I am black as if bereav'd of light.
>My mother taught me underneath a tree
>And sitting down before the heat of day,
>She took me on her lap and kissed me,
>And pointing to the east began to say.
>Look on the rising sun: there God does live
>And gives his light, and gives his heat away.
>And flowers and trees and beasts and men >receive
>Comfort in morning joy in the noonday.
>And we are put on earth a little space,
>That we may learn to bear the beams of love,
>And these black bodies and this sun-burnt face
>Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
>For when our souls have learn'd the heat to bear
>The cloud will vanish we shall hear his voice.
>Saying: come out from the grove my love & care,
>And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice.
>Thus did my mother say and kissed me,
>And thus I say to little English boy.
>When I from black and he from white cloud free,
>And round the tent of God like lambs we joy:
>Ill shade him from the heat till he can bear,
>To lean in joy upon our fathers knee.
>And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair,
>And be like him and he will then love me.
â„–16278972[Quote]
ChristGOD poetry:
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A white tear came from my clitty 😢