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"'''Bury Me in a Free Land'''" is a [[poetry|poem]] by [[Frances Harper]], an [[African American]] [[Abolitionism in the United States|abolitionist]] and [[poet]]. |
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Frances Ellen Watkins Harper |
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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. |
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Make me a grave |
:Make me a grave where'er you will, |
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In a lowly plain, or a lofty hill; |
:In a lowly plain, or a lofty hill; |
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Make it among |
:Make it among earth's humblest graves, |
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But not in a land where men are slaves. |
:But not in a land where men are slaves. |
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I could not rest if around my grave |
:I could not rest if around my grave |
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I heard the steps of a trembling slave; |
:I heard the steps of a trembling slave; |
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His shadow above my silent tomb |
:His shadow above my silent tomb |
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Would make it a place of fearful gloom. |
:Would make it a place of fearful gloom. |
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I could not rest if I heard the tread |
:I could not rest if I heard the tread |
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Of a coffle gang to the shambles led, |
:Of a coffle gang to the shambles led, |
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And the |
:And the mother's shriek of wild despair |
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Rise like a curse on the trembling air. |
:Rise like a curse on the trembling air. |
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I could not sleep if I saw the lash |
:I could not sleep if I saw the lash |
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Drinking her blood at each fearful gash, |
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:Drinking her blood at each fearful gash, |
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:And I saw her babes torn from her breast, |
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Like trembling doves from their parent nest. |
:Like trembling doves from their parent nest. |
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:I'd shudder and start if I heard the bay |
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Of bloodhounds seizing their human prey, |
:Of bloodhounds seizing their human prey, |
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And I heard the captive plead in vain |
:And I heard the captive plead in vain |
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As they bound afresh his galling chain. |
:As they bound afresh his galling chain. |
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If I saw young girls from their |
:If I saw young girls from their mother's arms |
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Bartered and sold for their youthful charms, |
:Bartered and sold for their youthful charms, |
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My eye would flash with a mournful flame, |
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My |
:My eye would flash with a mournful flame, |
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:My death-paled cheek grow red with shame. |
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I would sleep, dear friends, where bloated might |
:I would sleep, dear friends, where bloated might |
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Can rob no man of his dearest right; |
:Can rob no man of his dearest right; |
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My rest shall be calm in any grave |
:My rest shall be calm in any grave |
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Where none can call his brother a slave. |
:Where none can call his brother a slave. |
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I ask no monument, proud and high, |
:I ask no monument, proud and high, |
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To arrest the gaze of the passers-by; |
:To arrest the gaze of the passers-by; |
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All that my yearning spirit craves, |
:All that my yearning spirit craves, |
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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.