Aunt Chloe Poem by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

Aunt Chloe

Rating: 2.5


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I remember, well remember,
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That dark and dreadful day,
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When they whispered to me, "Chloe,
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Your children's sold away!" 1.
It seemed as if a bullet
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Had shot me through and through,
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And I felt as if my heart-strings
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Was breaking right in two. 1.
And I says to cousin Milly,
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"There must be some mistake;
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Where's Mistus?" "In the great house crying --
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Crying like her heart would break. 1.

"And the lawyer's there with Mistus;
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Says he's come to 'ministrate,
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'Cause when master died he just left
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Heap of debt on the estate. 1.

"And I thought 'twould do you good
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To bid your boys good-bye --
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To kiss them both and shake their hands,
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And have a hearty cry. 1.

"Oh! Chloe, I knows how you feel,
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'Cause I'se been through it all;
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I thought my poor old heart would break,
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When master sold my Saul." 1.

Just then I heard the footsteps
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Of my children at the door,
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And then I rose right up to meet them,
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But I fell upon the floor. 1.

And I heard poor Jakey saying,
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"Oh, mammy, don't you cry!"
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And I felt my children kiss me
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And bid me, both, good-bye. 1.

Then I had a mighty sorrow,
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Though I nursed it all alone;
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But I wasted to a shadow,
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And turned to skin and bone. 1.

But one day dear uncle Jacob
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(In heaven he's now a saint)
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Said, "Your poor heart is in the fire,
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But child you must not faint." 1.

Then I said to uncle Jacob,
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If I was good like you,
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When the heavy trouble dashed me
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I'd know just what to do. 1.

Then he said to me, "Poor Chloe,
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The way is open wide:"
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And he told me of the Saviour,
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And the fountain in His side. 1.

Then he said "Just take your burden
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To the blessed Master's feet;
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I takes all my troubles, Chloe,
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Right unto the mercy-seat." 1.

His words waked up my courage,
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And I began to pray,
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And I felt my heavy burden
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Rolling like a stone away. 1.

And a something seemed to tell me,
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You will see your boys again --
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And that hope was like a poultice
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Spread upon a dreadful pain. 1.

And it often seemed to whisper,
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Chloe, trust and never fear;
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You'll get justice in the kingdom,
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If you do not get it here. [2] The Deliverance 2.
Master only left old Mistus
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One bright and handsome boy;
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But she fairly doted on him,
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He was her pride and joy. 2.
We all liked Mister Thomas,
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He was so kind at heart;
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And when the young folkes got in scrapes,
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He always took their part. 2.
He kept right on that very way
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Till he got big and tall,
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And old Mistus used to chide him
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And say he'd spile us all. 2.

But somehow the farm did prosper
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When he took things in hand;
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And though all the servants liked him,
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He made them understand. 2.

One evening Mister Thomas said,
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"Just bring my easy shoes;
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I am going to sit by mother,
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And read her up the news." 2.

Soon I heard him tell old Mistus
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We're bound to have a fight;
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But we'll whip the Yankees, mother,
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We'll whip them sure as night!" 2.

Then I saw old Mistus tremble;
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She gasped and held her breath;
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And she looked on Mister Thomas
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With a face as pale as death. 2.

"They are firing on Fort Sumpter;
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Oh! I wish that I was there! --
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Why, dear mother! what's the matter?
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You're the picture of despair." 2.

"I was thinking, dearest Thomas,
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'Twould break my very heart
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If a fierce and dreadful battle
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Should tear our lives apart." 2.

"None but cowards, dearest mother,
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Would skulk unto the rear,
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When the tyrant's hand is shaking
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All the heart is holding dear." 2.

I felt sorry for old Mistus;
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She got too full to speak;
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But I saw the great big tear-drops
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A running down her cheek. 2.

Mister Thomas too was troubled
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With choosing on that night,
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Betwixt staying with his mother
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And joining in the fight. 2.

Soon down into the village came
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A call for volunteers;
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Mistus gave up Mister Thomas,
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With many sighs and tears. 2.

His uniform was real handsome;
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He looked so brave and strong;
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But somehow I could'nt help thinking
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His fighting must be wrong. 2.

Though the house was very lonesome,
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I thought 'twould all come right,
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For I felt somehow or other
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We was mixed up in that fight. 2.

And I said to Uncle Jacob,
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"How old Mistus feels the sting,
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For this parting with your children
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Is a mighty dreadful thing." 2.

"Never mind," said Uncle Jacob,
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"Just wait and watch and pray,
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For I feel right sure and certain,
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Slavery's bound to pass away; 2.

"Because I asked the Spirit,
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If God is good and just,
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How it happened that the masters
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Did grind us to the dust. 2.

"And something reasoned right inside,
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Such should not always be;
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And you could not beat it out my head,
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The Spirit spoke to me." 2.

And his dear old eyes would brighten,
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And his lips put on a smile,
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Saying, "Pick up faith and courage,
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And just wait a little while." 2.

Mistus prayed up in the parlor,
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That the Secesh all might win;
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We were praying in the cabins,
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Wanting freedom to begin. 2.

Mister Thomas wrote to Mistus,
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Telling 'bout the Bull's Run fight,
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That his troops had whipped the Yankees
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And put them all to flight. 2.

Mistus' eyes did fairly glisten;
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She laughed and praised the South,
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But I thought some day she'd laugh
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On tother side her mouth. 2.

I used to watch old Mistus' face,
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And when it looked quite long
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I would say to Cousin Milly,
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The battle's going wrong; 2.

Not for us, but for the Rebels. --
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My heart would fairly skip,
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When Uncle Jacob used to say,
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"The North is bound to whip." 2.


And let the fight go as it would --
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Let North or South prevail --
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He always kept his courage up,
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And never let it fail. 2.


And he often used to tell us,
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"Children, don't forget to pray;
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For the darkest time of morning
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Is just 'fore the break of day." 2.


Well, one morning bright and early
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We heard the fife and drum,
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And the booming of the cannon --
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The Yankee troops had come. 2.


When the word ran through the village,
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The colored folks are free --
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In the kitchens and the cabins
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We held a jubilee. 2.


When they told us Mister Lincoln
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Said that slavery was dead,
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We just poured our prayers and blessings
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Upon his precious head. 2.


We just laughed, and danced, and shouted
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And prayed, and sang, and cried,
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And we thought dear Uncle Jacob
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Would fairly crack his side. 2.


But when old Mistus heard it,
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She groaned and hardly spoke;
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When she had to lose her servants,
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Her heart was almost broke. 2.


'Twas a sight to see our people
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Going out, the troops to meet,
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Almost dancing to the music,
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And marching down the street. 2.


After years of pain and parting,
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Our chains was broke in two,
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And we was so mighty happy,
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We didn't know what to do. 2.


But we soon got used to freedom,
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Though the way at first was rough;
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But we weathered through the tempest,
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For slavery made us tough. 2.


But we had one awful sorrow,
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It almost turned my head,
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When a mean and wicked cretur
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Shot Mister Lincoln dead. 2.


'Twas a dreadful solemn morning,
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I just staggered on my feet;
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And the women they were crying
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And screaming in the street. 2.


But if many prayers and blessings
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Could bear him to the throne,
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I should think when Mister Lincoln died,
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That heaven just got its own. 2.


Then we had another President, --
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What do you call his name?
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Well, if the colored folks forget him
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They would'nt be much to blame. 2.


We thought he'd be the Moses
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Of all the colored race;
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But when the Rebels pressed us hard
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He never showed his face. 2.


But something must have happened him,
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Right curi's I'll be bound,
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'Cause I heard 'em talking 'bout a circle
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That he was swinging round. 2.


But everything will pass away --
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He went like time and tide --
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And when the next election came
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They let poor Andy slide. 2.


But now we have a President,
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And if I was a man
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I'd vote for him for breaking up
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The wicked Ku-Klux Klan. 2.


And if any man should ask me
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If I would sell my vote,
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I'd tell him I was not the one
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To change and turn my coat; 2.


If freedom seem'd a little rough
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I'd weather through the gale;
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And as to buying up my vote,
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I hadn't it for sale. 2.


I do not think I'd ever be
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As slack as Jonas Handy;
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Because I heard he sold his vote
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For just three sticks of candy. 2.


But when John Thomas Reeder brought
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His wife some flour and meat,
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And told he had sold his vote
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For something good to eat, 2.


You ought to seen Aunt Kitty raise,
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And heard her blaze away;
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She gave the meat and flour a toss,
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And said they should not stay. 2.


And I should think he felt quite cheap
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For voting the wrong side;
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And when Aunt Kitty scolded him,
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He just stood up and cried. 2.


But the worst fooled man I ever saw,
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Was when poor David Rand
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Sold out for flour and sugar;
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The sugar was mixed with sand. 2.


I'll tell you how the thing got out;
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His wife had company,
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And she thought the sand was sugar,
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And served it up for tea. 2.


When David sipped and sipped the tea,
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Somehow it didn't taste right;
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I guess when he found he was sipping sand
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He was mad enough to fight. 2.


The sugar looked so nice and white --
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It was spread some inches deep --
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But underneath was a lot of sand;
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Such sugar is mighty cheap. 2.


You'd laughed to seen Lucinda Grange
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Upon her husband's track;
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When he sold his vote for rations
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She made him take 'em back. 2.


Day after day did Milly Green
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Just follow after Joe,
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And told him if he voted wrong
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To take his rags and go. 2.


I think that Samuel Johnson said
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His side had won the day,
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Had not we women radicals
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Just got right in the way. 2.


And yet I would not have you think
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That all our men are shabby;
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But 'tis said in every flock of sheep
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There will be one that's scabby. 2.


I've heard, before election came
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They tried to buy John Slade;
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But he gave them all to understand
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That he wasn't in that trade. 2.


And we've got lots of other men
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Who rally round the cause,
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And go for holding up the hands
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That gave us equal laws, 2.


Who know their freedom cost too much
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Of blood and pain and treasure,
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For them to fool away their votes
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For profit or for pleasure. [3] Aunt Chloe's Politics 3.
Of course, I don't know very much
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About these politics,
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But I think that some who run 'em,
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Do mighty ugly tricks. 3.
I've seen 'em honey-fugle round,
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And talk so awful sweet,
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That you'd think them full of kindness
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As an egg is full of meat. 3.
Now I don't believe in looking
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Honest people in the face,
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And saying when you're doing wrong,
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That 'I haven't sold my race.' 3.

When we want to school our children,
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If the money isn't there,
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Whether black or white have took it,
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The loss we all must share. 3.

And this buying up each other
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Is something worse than mean,
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Though I thinks a heap of voting,
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I go for voting clean. [4] Learning to Read 4.
Very soon the Yankee teachers
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Came down and set up school;
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But, oh! how the Rebs did hate it, --
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It was agin' their rule. 4.
Our masters always tried to hide
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Book learning from our eyes;
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Knowledge did'nt agree with slavery --
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'Twould make us all too wise. 4.
But some of us would try to steal
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A little from the book,
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And put the words together,
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And learn by hook or crook. 4.

I remember Uncle Caldwell,
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Who took pot liquor fat
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And greased the pages of his book,
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And hid it in his hat. 4.

And had his master ever seen
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The leaves upon his head,
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He'd have thought them greasy papers,
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But nothing to be read. 4.

And there was Mr. Turner's Ben,
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Who heard the children spell,
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And picked the words right up by heart,
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And learned to read 'em well. 4.

Well, the Northern folks kept sending
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The Yankee teachers down;
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And they stood right up and helped us,
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Though Rebs did sneer and frown. 4.

And I longed to read my Bible,
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For precious words it said;
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But when I begun to learn it,
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Folks just shook their heads, 4.

And said there is no use trying,
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Oh! Chloe, you're too late;
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But as I was rising sixty,
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I had no time to wait. 4.

So I got a pair of glasses,
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And straight to work I went,
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And never stopped till I could read
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The hymns and Testament. 4.

Then I got a little cabin
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A place to call my own --
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And I felt as independent
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As the queen upon her throne. [5] Church Building 5.
Uncle Jacob often told us,
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Since freedom blessed our race
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We ought all to come together
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And build a meeting place. 5.
So we pinched, and scraped, and spared,
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A little here and there:
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Though our wages was but scanty,
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The church did get a share. 5.
And, when the house was finished,
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Uncle Jacob came to pray;
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He was looking mighty feeble,
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And his head was awful gray. 5.

But his voice rang like a trumpet;
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His eyes looked bright and young;
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And it seemed a mighty power
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Was resting on his tongue. 5.

And he gave us all his blessing --
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'Twas parting words he said,
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For soon we got the message
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The dear old man was dead. 5.

But I believe he's in the kingdom,
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For when we shook his hand
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He said, "Children, you must meet me
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Right in the promised land; 5.

"For when I done a moiling
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And toiling here below,
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Through the gate into the city
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Straightway I hope to go." [6] The Reunion 6.
Well, one morning real early
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I was going down the street,
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And I heard a stranger asking
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For Missis Chloe Fleet. 6.
There was something in his voice
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That made me feel quite shaky.
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And when I looked right in his face,
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Who should it be but Jakey! 6.
I grasped him tight, and took him home --
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What gladness filled my cup!
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And I laughed, and just rolled over,
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And laughed, and just give up. 6.

"Where have you been? O Jakey, dear!
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Why didn't you come before?
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Oh! when you children went away
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My heart was awful sore." 6.

"Why, mammy, I've been on your hunt
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Since ever I've been free,
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And I have heard from brother Ben, --
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He's down in Tennessee. 6.

"He wrote me that he had a wife,"
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"And children?" "Yes, he's three."
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"You married, too?" "Oh, no, indeed,
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I thought I'd first get free." 6.

"Then, Jakey, you will stay with me,
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And comfort my poor heart;
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Old Mistus got no power now
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To tear us both apart. 6.

"I'm richer now than Mistus,
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Because I have got my son;
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And Mister Thomas he is dead,
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And she's nary one. 6.

"You must write to brother Benny
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That he must come this fall,
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And we'll make the cabin bigger,
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And that will hold us all. 6.

"Tell him I want to see 'em all
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Before my life do cease:
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And then, like good old Simeon,
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I hope to die in peace."

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 02 November 2015

Yes, this one is really long but it reads as quick as you would want to go. I favor going slow so I can savor the history from the poet's own lips. A novel in verse form.

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