On Being Brought from Africa to America
'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to
That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too:
Once I redemption neither sought nor knew
'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to
That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too:
Once I redemption neither sought nor knew
NE that is ever kind said yesterday:"Your well-beloved's hair has threads of grey,
And little shadows come about her eyes;
Time can but make it easier to be
Though now it seems impossible, and
In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,
I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods,
Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook,
To please the desert and the sluggish brook
At the end of the row I stepped on the toe Of an unemployed hoe
It rose in offense And struck me a blow In the seat of my sense
It wasn't to blame But I called it a name
And I must say it dealt Me a blow that I felt Like a malice pr...