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Bury Me in a Free Land
"'''Bury Me in a Free Land'''" is a [[poetry|poem]] by [[Frances Harper]], an [[African American]] [[Abolitionism in the United States|abolitionist]] and [[poet]].
Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

Frances Harper (1825-1911) was an African-American poet who was involved in the movement to abolish slavery. Her poem "Bury Me in a Free Land" evokes of the horrors of slavery.
Make me a grave where’er you will,
:Make me a grave where'er you will,
In a lowly plain, or a lofty hill;
:In a lowly plain, or a lofty hill;
Make it among earth’s humblest graves,
:Make it among earth's humblest graves,
But not in a land where men are slaves.
:But not in a land where men are slaves.

I could not rest if around my grave
:I could not rest if around my grave
I heard the steps of a trembling slave;
:I heard the steps of a trembling slave;
His shadow above my silent tomb
:His shadow above my silent tomb
Would make it a place of fearful gloom.
:Would make it a place of fearful gloom.

I could not rest if I heard the tread
:I could not rest if I heard the tread
Of a coffle gang to the shambles led,
:Of a coffle gang to the shambles led,
And the mother’s shriek of wild despair
:And the mother's shriek of wild despair
Rise like a curse on the trembling air.
:Rise like a curse on the trembling air.

I could not sleep if I saw the lash
:I could not sleep if I saw the lash
Drinking her blood at each fearful gash,
And I saw her babes torn from her breast,
:Drinking her blood at each fearful gash,
:And I saw her babes torn from her breast,
Like trembling doves from their parent nest.
:Like trembling doves from their parent nest.

I’d shudder and start if I heard the bay
:I'd shudder and start if I heard the bay
Of bloodhounds seizing their human prey,
:Of bloodhounds seizing their human prey,
And I heard the captive plead in vain
:And I heard the captive plead in vain
As they bound afresh his galling chain.
:As they bound afresh his galling chain.

If I saw young girls from their mother’s arms
:If I saw young girls from their mother's arms
Bartered and sold for their youthful charms,
:Bartered and sold for their youthful charms,
My eye would flash with a mournful flame,
My death-paled cheek grow red with shame.
:My eye would flash with a mournful flame,
:My death-paled cheek grow red with shame.
I would sleep, dear friends, where bloated might
:I would sleep, dear friends, where bloated might
Can rob no man of his dearest right;
:Can rob no man of his dearest right;
My rest shall be calm in any grave
:My rest shall be calm in any grave
Where none can call his brother a slave.
:Where none can call his brother a slave.

I ask no monument, proud and high,
:I ask no monument, proud and high,
To arrest the gaze of the passers-by;
:To arrest the gaze of the passers-by;
All that my yearning spirit craves,
:All that my yearning spirit craves,
Is bury me not in a land of slaves.
:Is bury me not in a land of slaves.

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Revision as of 15:24, 12 January 2016

"Bury Me in a Free Land" is a poem by Frances Harper, an African American abolitionist and poet.

Frances Harper (1825-1911) was an African-American poet who was involved in the movement to abolish slavery. Her poem "Bury Me in a Free Land" evokes of the horrors of slavery.

Make me a grave where'er you will,
In a lowly plain, or a lofty hill;
Make it among earth's humblest graves,
But not in a land where men are slaves.
I could not rest if around my grave
I heard the steps of a trembling slave;
His shadow above my silent tomb
Would make it a place of fearful gloom.
I could not rest if I heard the tread
Of a coffle gang to the shambles led,
And the mother's shriek of wild despair
Rise like a curse on the trembling air.
I could not sleep if I saw the lash
Drinking her blood at each fearful gash,
And I saw her babes torn from her breast,
Like trembling doves from their parent nest.
I'd shudder and start if I heard the bay
Of bloodhounds seizing their human prey,
And I heard the captive plead in vain
As they bound afresh his galling chain.
If I saw young girls from their mother's arms
Bartered and sold for their youthful charms,
My eye would flash with a mournful flame,
My death-paled cheek grow red with shame.
I would sleep, dear friends, where bloated might
Can rob no man of his dearest right;
My rest shall be calm in any grave
Where none can call his brother a slave.
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.