Complete Poems of Frances E. W. Harper

Harper, Frances Ellen Watkins (1825-1911)

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THE SYROPHENICIAN WOMAN

THE SLAVE MOTHER

BIBLE DEFENCE OF SLAVERY

THE PRODIGAL'S RETURN

THE DISMISSAL OF TYNG

THE SLAVE MOTHER,

RIZPAH, THE DAUGHTER OF AI

RUTH AND NAOMI

MOSES A STORY OF THE NILE

THE RAGGED STOCKING

THE FATAL PLEDGE

CHRIST'S ENTRY INTO JERUSALEM

THE RESURRECTION OF JESUS

SIMON'S COUNTRYMEN

DELIVERANCE

SIMON'S FEAST

LINES TO HON. THADDEUS STEVENS

AN APPEAL TO THE AMERICAN PEOPLE

TRUTH

DEATH OF THE OLD SEA KING

LET THE LIGHT ENTER!

YOUTH IN HEAVEN

DEATH OF ZOMBI

LINES TO CHARLES SUMNER

“SIR, WE WOULD SEE JESUS”

THE BRIDE OF DEATH

THANK GOD FOR LITTLE CHILDREN

THE DYING FUGITIVE

BURY ME IN A FREE LAND

THE FREEDOM BELL

MARY AT THE FEET OF CHRIST

THE MOTHER'S BLESSING

PRESIDENT LINCOLN'S PROCLAMATION OF FREEDOM

TO A BABE SMILING IN HER SLEEP

LINES TO MILES O'REILEY

THE LITTLE BUILDERS

THE DYING CHILD TO HER BLIND FATHER

LIGHT IN DARKNESS

OUR ENGLISH FRIENDS

[I remember, well remember]

I THIRST

THE DYING QUEEN

THE JEWISH GRANDFATHER'S STORY

OUT IN THE COLD

SAVE THE BOYS

NOTHING AND SOMETHING

WANDERER'S RETURN

FISHERS OF MEN

SIGNING THE PLEDGE

THE MARTYR OF ALABAMA

THE NIGHT OF DEATH

MOTHER'S TREASURES

THE REFINER'S GOLD

A STORY OF THE REBELLION

BURIAL OF SARAH

GOING EAST

THE HERMIT'S SACRIFICE

A LITTLE CHILD SHALL LEAD THEM

THE SPARROW'S FALL

GOD BLESS OUR NATIVE LAND

DANDELIONS

HOME, SWEET HOME

THE BUILDING

THE PURE IN HEART SHALL SEE GOD

HE HAD NOT WHERE TO LAY HIS HEAD

GO WORK IN MY VINEYARD

RENEWAL OF STRENGTH

JAMIE'S PUZZLE

AN APPEAL TO MY COUNTRY WOMEN

THE LOST BELLS

“DO NOT CHEER, MEN ARE DYING,” SAID CAPT. PHILLIPS, IN THE SPANISH-AMERICAN WAR

THE BURDENS OF ALL

A FAIRER HOPE, A BRIGHTER MORN

IN COMMEMORATION OF THE CENTENNIAL OF THE A. M. E. CHURCH

LESSONS OF THE STREET

A POEM Composed for the reception tendered the Reverend Henry L. Phillips and wife in celebration of their return from West Indies in 1902 and of his twenty-five years of service as rector of the Church of the Crucifixion, Philadelphia.

THE SOUL

TO THE UNION SAVERS OF CLEVELAND

THE VISION OF THE CZAR OF RUSSIA

FOR THE TWENTY-FIFTH ANNIVERSARY OF THE HOME FOR AGED AND INFIRM COLORED PERSONS

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TO A BABE SMILING IN HER SLEEP

Tell me, did the angels greet thee?
Greet my darling when she smiled?
Did they whisper, softly, gently,
Pleasant thoughts unto my child?

Did they whisper, 'mid thy dreaming,
Thoughts that made thy spirit glad?
Of the joy-lighted city,
Where the heart is never sad?

Did they tell thee of the fountains,
Clear as crystal, fair as light,
And the glory-brightened country,
Never shaded by a night?

Of life's pure, pellucid river,
And the tree whose leaves do yield
Healing for the wounded nations—
Nations smitten, bruised and peeled?

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Of the city, ruby-founded,
Built on gems of flashing light,
Paling all earth's lustrous jewels,
And the gates of pearly white?

Darling, when life's shadows deepen
Round thy prison-house of clay,
May the footsteps of God's angels
Ever linger round thy way.

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TO A BABE SMILING IN HER SLEEP