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The Little Black Boy
My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but O! my soul is white
White as an angel is the English child:
But I am black as if bereav'd of light.
My mother taught me underneath a tree
And sitting down before the heat of day
She took me on her lap and kiſsed me,
And pointing to the east began to say,
Look on the rising sun: there God does live
And gives his light, and gives his heat away
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receiv
Comfort in morning joy in the noon day.
And we are put on earth a little space
That we may learn to bear the beams of love,
And these black bodies and this sun-burnt face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
For
