Poems by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
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BURIAL OF SARAH. He stood before the sons of Heth, And bowed his sorrowing head; 62 BURIAL OF SARAH. "I've come," he said, "to buy a place Where I may lay my dead. "I am a stranger in your land, My home has lost its light; Grant me a place where I may lay My dead away from sight." Then tenderly the sons of Heth Gazed on the mourner's face, And said, "Oh, Prince, amid our dead, Choose thou her resting-place. "The sepulchres of those we love, We place at thy command; Against the plea thy grief hath made We close not heart nor hand." The patriarch rose and bowed his head, And said, "One place I crave; |
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