Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

(24 September 1825 – 22 February 1911 / Baltimore, Maryland)

Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Poems

41. Henry Clay 4/17/2010
42. Songs For The People 1/3/2003
43. A Story Of The Rebellion 4/17/2010
44. The Drunkard's Child 1/3/2003
45. The Night Of Death 1/3/2003
46. The Hermit's Sacrifice 1/3/2003
47. Sir, We Would See Jesus 4/17/2010
48. Moses: A Story Of The Nile (Extract) 4/17/2010
49. The Dying Bondman 1/3/2003
50. The Building 1/3/2003
51. The Dying Queen 1/3/2003
52. Vashti 1/3/2003
53. I'M Tired Of Life 4/17/2010
54. President Lincoln's Proclamation Of Freedom 4/17/2010
55. Go Work In My Vineyard 1/3/2003
56. Dandelions 1/3/2003
57. Do Not Cheer, Men Are Dying, Said Capt. Phillips 1/3/2003
58. A Little Child Shall Lead Them 1/3/2003
59. Ellen 4/17/2010
60. Dark-Browed Martha 4/17/2010
61. An Appeal To My Countywomen 1/3/2003
62. The Crocuses 4/17/2010
63. Burial Of Sarah 1/3/2003
64. I Thirst 1/3/2003
65. Fishers Of Men 1/3/2003
66. Church Building 4/17/2010
67. Learning To Read 4/17/2010
68. Thank God For Little Children 1/3/2003
69. The Slave Mother 1/3/2003
70. Death Of The Old Sea King 1/3/2003
71. God Bless Our Native Land 1/3/2003
72. Aunt Chloe's Politics 4/17/2010
73. Let The Light Enter 1/3/2003
74. Home, Sweet Home 1/3/2003
75. Mother's Treasures 1/3/2003
76. Ethiopia 4/17/2010
77. A Grain Of Sand 4/17/2010
78. A Double Standard 4/17/2010
79. Aunt Chloe 1/1/2004
80. Bury Me In A Free Land 1/3/2003

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Bury Me In A Free Land

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 ...

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Burial Of Sarah

He stood before the sons of Heth,
And bowed his sorrowing head;
"I've come," he said, "to buy a place
Where I may lay my dead.

"I am a stranger in your land,
My home has lost its light;
Grant me a place where I may lay
My dead away from sight."

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