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Frederick Douglass

Rating: 2.8

A hush is over all the teeming lists,
And there is pause, a breath-space in the strife;
A spirit brave has passed beyond the mists
And vapors that obscure the sun of life.
And Ethiopia, with bosom torn,
Laments the passing of her noblest born.

She weeps for him a mother's burning tears--
She loved him with a mother's deepest love
He was her champion thro' direful years,

And held her weal all other ends above.
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Troy Ulysses Davis 23 January 2013

A beautiful poem. Ten stanzas from Paul Laurence Dunbar on Frederick Douglass. A perfect ode.

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Sylva Portoian 30 January 2010

'She stretches out her bleeding hands to God.' Very special line, Then I ask every one who 'Stretched Hands' Did any God hear? Scavengers continue to kill! They're born to cause pain for others Till they sigh feeling worse than that fear.

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