Sarah Louisa Forten Poems

The cold storms of winter shall chill him no more,
His woes and his sorrows, his pains are all o'er;
The sod of the valley now covers his form,
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'Friend after friend departs.'
And they are gone-that little band
Of friends-the firm and true!
We feel the void which absence makes,
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Our sires who once in freedom's cause,
Their boasted freedom sought and won,
For deeds of glory gained applause,
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Oh! mother, weep not, though our lot be hard,
And we are helpless-God will be our guard:
For He our heavenly guardian doth not sleep;
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Mother, I leave thee-thou hast been
Through long, long years of pain
The only hope my fond heart knew;
Or e'er shall know again.
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We are thy sisters; God has truly said
That of one blood the nations he has made.
O Christian woman, in a Christian land.
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The friends we've loved, the home we've left,
Will oftimes claim a tear;
And though of these we are bereft,
Will memory makes them dear.
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This sacred right none are denied,
Which makes the soul to Christ allied;
Man bends the heart and bows the knee,
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