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WHITE AND BLACK.
Because the sun in heaven is not too proudTo kiss more warmly and more lovingly,
And umber his despised Humanity,
But in his face and blood proclaims aloud
“Child of the Sun,” fire-dipt and dusky-browed,
And that on thee he looks with colder eye,
Canst thou, “Pale-face,” extenuate cruelty
Which darkness blacker than his skin should shroud!
Thou hypocrite, who call'st thee “Christian!”
Go, ask the Devil for certificate,
And he will “write thee large” there “fiend,” not Man!
For thou God's bond of love hast turned to hate,
Put half thy “Brethren” under curse and ban,
For what Day might as well with Night debate!
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