"Sweet is the virgin honey, though the wild bee store it in a reed;
And bright the jewelled band that circleth an Ethiop's arm;
Pure are the grains of gold in the turbid stream of the Ganges;
And fair the living flowers that spring from the dull cold sod.
Wherefore, thou gentle student, bend thine ear to my speech,
For I also am as thou art; our hearts can commune together:
To meanest matters will I stoop, for mean is the lot of mortal;
I will rise to noblest themes, for the soul hath a heritage of glory."
--Printed for the author, Sojourner Truth, 1850
Read the awe-inspiring Narrative of Sojourner Truth (1797-1884)
2 comments:
Dear God that is lovely.
Ah, yes, Cherie!
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