 | The harp and plow |  |
Her face with ire began to bleach;
Quoth she, ‘For you that 's pretty speech!
If you're a ‘nigger,’—as your hue
Of sooty black betokens you,—
You're quite familiar let me tell you;
Your distance keep ere I compel you!
My talk about man's brotherhood
May for profession all be good,
But practice goes another gait,—
A nigger my associate!’
Quoth she, ‘For you that 's pretty speech!
If you're a ‘nigger,’—as your hue
Of sooty black betokens you,—
You're quite familiar let me tell you;
Your distance keep ere I compel you!
My talk about man's brotherhood
May for profession all be good,
But practice goes another gait,—
A nigger my associate!’
| The harp and plow | |