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Poems
By
FRANCES E. W. HARPER

The Black Heritage Library Collection

First Published 1895

POEMS

BY

FRANCES E. W. HARPER

     Whereas thou hast been forsaken and hated, so
that no man went through thee, I will make thee an
eternal excellency, a joy of many generations.
ISAIAH 60:15.
 

CONTENTS.

                                      PAGE

My Mother's Kiss . . . . . . . . . .     1
A Grain of Sand  . . . . . . . . . .     3
The Crocuses . . . . . . . . . . . .     4
The Present Age  . . . . . . . . . .     6
Dedication Poem  . . . . . . . . . .     9
A Double Standard  . . . . . . . . .    12
Our Hero . . . . . . . . . . . . . .    15
The Dying Bondman  . . . . . . . . .    17
A Little Child Shall Lead Them . . .    19
The Sparrow's Fall . . . . . . . . .    21
God Bless Our Native Land  . . . . .    23
Dandelions . . . . . . . . . . . . .    24
The Building . . . . . . . . . . . .    25
Home, Sweet Home . . . . . . . . . .    26
The Pure in Heart Shall See God  . .    28
He Had Not Where to Lay His Head . .    30
Go Work in My Vineyard . . . . . . .    31
Renewal of Strength  . . . . . . . .    33
Jamie's Puzzle . . . . . . . . . . .    34
Truth  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .    36
Death of the Old Sea King  . . . . .    38
Save the Boys  . . . . . . . . . . .    40
Nothing and Something  . . . . . . .    42
Vashti . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .    44
Thank God for Little Children  . . .    47
The Martyr of Alabama  . . . . . . .    49
The Night of Death . . . . . . . . .    53
Mother's Treasures . . . . . . . . .    56
The Refiner's Gold . . . . . . . . .    58
A Story of the Rebellion . . . . . .    60
Burial of Sarah  . . . . . . . . . .    61
Going East . . . . . . . . . . . . .    63
The Hermit's Sacrifice . . . . . . .    66
Songs for the People . . . . . . . .    69
Let the Light Enter  . . . . . . . .    71
An Appeal to My Country Women  . . .    72

MY MOTHER'S KISS.

My mother's kiss, my mother's kiss,
   I feel its impress now;
As in the bright and happy days
   She pressed it on my brow.

You say it is a fancied thing
   Within my memory fraught;
To me it has a sacred place--
   The treasure house of thought.

Again, I feel her fingers glide
   Amid my clustering hair;
I see the love-light in her eyes,
   When all my life was fair.

Again, I hear her gentle voice
   In warning or in love.
How precious was the faith that taught
   My soul of things above.

(1)

2 MY MOTHER'S KISS.
 
The music of her voice is stilled,
   Her lips are paled in death.
As precious pearls I'll clasp her words
   Until my latest breath.
 
The world has scattered round my path
   Honor and wealth and fame;
But naught so precious as the thoughts
   That gather round her name.
 
And friends have placed upon my brow
   The laurels of renown;
But she first taught me how to wear
   My manhood as a crown.
 
My hair is silvered o'er with age,
   I'm longing to depart;
To clasp again my mother's hand,
   And be a child at heart.
 
To roam with her the glory-land
   Where saints and angels greet;
To cast our crowns with songs of love
   At our Redeemer's feet.

A GRAIN OF SAND. 3

A GRAIN OF SAND.

Do you see this grain of sand
Lying loosely in my hand?
Do you know to me it brought
Just a simple loving thought?
When one gazes night by night
On the glorious stars of light,
Oh how little seems the span
Measured round the life of man.

Oh! how fleeting are his years
With their smiles and their tears;
Can it be that God does care
For such atoms as we are?
Then outspake this grain of sand
"I was fashioned by His hand
In the star lit realms of space
I was made to have a place.
 
"Should the ocean flood the world,
Were its mountains 'gainst me hurled
All the force they could employ
Wouldn't a single grain destroy;
And if I, a thing so light,
Have a place within His sight;
You are linked unto his throne
Cannot live nor die alone.

4 THE CROCUSES.

In the everlasting arms
Mid life's dangers and alarms
Let calm trust your spirit fill;
Know He's God, and then be still."
Trustingly I raised my head
Hearing what the atom said;
Knowing man is greater far
Than the brightest sun or star.

THE CROCUSES.

They heard the South wind sighing
   A murmur of the rain;
And they knew that Earth was longing
   To see them all again.

While the snow-drops still were sleeping
   Beneath the silent sod;
They felt their new life pulsing
   Within the dark, cold clod. 

Not a daffodil nor daisy
   Had dared to raise its head;
Not a fairhaired dandelion
   Peeped timid from its bed;

THE CROCUSES.  5

Though a tremor of the winter
   Did shivering through them run;
Yet they lifted up their foreheads
   To greet the vernal sun.

And the sunbeams gave them welcome.
   As did the morning air 
And scattered o'er their simple robes
   Rich tints of beauty rare.

Soon a host of lovely flowers
   From vales and woodland burst;
But in all that fair procession
   The crocuses were first.

First to weave for Earth a chaplet
   To crown her dear old head;
And to beautify the pathway
   Where winter still did tread.

And their loved and white haired mother
   Smiled sweetly 'neath the touch,
When she knew her faithful children
   Were loving her so much. 

6 THE PRESENT AGE.

THE PRESENT AGE.

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