Poems by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
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'Tis at the end of Ephron's field,
And called Machpelah's cave. "Entreat him that he sell to me For her last sleep that cave; I do not ask for her I loved The freedom of a grave." BURIAL OF SARAH. 63 The son of Zohar answered him, "Hearken, my lord, to me; Before our sons, the field and cave I freely give to thee." "I will not take it as a gift," The grand old man then said; "I pray thee let me buy the place Where I may lay my dead." And with the promise in his heart, His seed should own that land, He gave the shekels for the field He took from Ephron's hand. And saw afar the glorious day His chosen seed should tread, The soil where he in sorrow lay His loved and cherished dead. |
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