t great smootretc

    On all herly,

    to bless t,

    his low place,

    All opened straigo his face

    Into ternity.

    VIII.

    And still Gods suns,

    t, they make us cold,

    As if  black and lost:

    And ts and birds, in wood and fold,

    Do fear and take us for very men!

    Could t of the glen

    Look into my eyes and be bold?

    IX.

    I am black, I am black!--

    But, once, I laughed in girlish glee;

    For one of my colour stood in track

    me--

    And tender and full he look he gave:

    Could a slave look so at another slave?--

    I look at the sea.

    X.

    And from t s grew

    As free as if unsold, unbought:

    Orong enougwo

    to conquer t!

    the drivers drove us day by day;

    e did not mind,  one way,

    And no better a liberty sought.

    XI.

    In the canes,

    ;I love youquot; as he passed:

    he rains,

    I  fast:

    As ,

    the hurricanes.

    XII.

    I sang ead of a song;

    Over and over I sang his name--

    Up along

    My various notes; the same!

    I sang it lo the slave-girls near

    Mig they could hear,

    It was only a name.

    XIII.

    I look on the sea--

    e o love, and to pray,--

    Yes, thee,

    t thou say.

    Coldly tst behe sun!

    And now I cry w one,

    to-day?--

    XIV.

    e were black, we were black!

    e o love and b