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ON ITS NEW SLAVERY	A
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Heart of the Southland heed me pleading now	B
Who bearest unashamed upon my brow	B
The long kiss of the loving tropic sun	C
And yet whose veins with thy red current run	C
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Borne on the bitter winds from every hand	D
Strange tales are flying over all the land	D
And Condemnation with his pinions foul	E
Glooms in the place where broods the midnight owl	E
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What art thou that the world should point at thee	A
And vaunt and chide the weakness that they see	A
There was a time they were not wont to chide	F
Where is thy old uncompromising pride	F
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Blood washed thou shouldst lift up thine honored head	G
White with the sorrow for thy loyal dead	G
Who lie on every plain on every hill	H
And whose high spirit walks the Southland still	H
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Whose infancy our mother's hands have nursed	I
Thy manhood gone to battle unaccursed	I
Our fathers left to till th' reluctant field	I
To rape the soil for what she would not yield	I
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Wooing for aye the cold unam'rous sod	I
Whose growth for them still meant a master's rod	I
Tearing her bosom for the wealth that gave	J
The strength that made the toiler still a slave	J
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Too long we hear the deep impassioned cry	K
That echoes vainly to the heedless sky	K
Too long too long the Macedonian call	L
Falls fainting far beyond the outward wall	L
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Within whose sweep beneath the shadowing trees	M
A slumbering nation takes its dangerous ease	M
Too long the rumors of thy hatred go	N
For those who loved thee and thy children so	N
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Thou must arise forthwith and strong thou must	I
Throw off the smirching of this baser dust	I
Lay by the practice of this later creed	I
And be thine honest self again indeed	I
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There was a time when even slavery's chain	O
Held in some joys to alternate with pain	O
Some little light to give the night relief	P
Some little smiles to take the place of grief	P
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There was a time when jocund as the day	I
The toiler hoed his row and sung his lay	I
Found something gleeful in the very air	Q
And solace for his toiling everywhere	Q
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Now all is changed within the rude stockade	I
A bondsman whom the greed of men has made	I
Almost too brutish to deplore his plight	I
Toils hopeless on from joyless morn till night	I
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For him no more the cabin's quiet rest	I
The homely joys that gave to labor zest	I
No more for him the merry banjo's sound	I
Nor trip of lightsome dances footing round	I
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For him no more the lamp shall glow at eve	R
Nor chubby children pluck him by the sleeve	R
No more for him the master's eyes be bright	I
He has nor freedom's nor a slave's delight	I
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What was it all for naught those awful years	S
That drenched a groaning land with blood and tears	T
Was it to leave this sly convenient hell	U
That brother fighting his own brother fell	U
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When that great struggle held the world in awe	V
And all the nations blanched at what they saw	W
Did Sanctioned Slavery bow its conquered head	I
That this unsanctioned crime might rise instead	I
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Is it for this we all have felt the flame	X
This newer bondage and this deeper shame	X
Nay not for this a nation's heroes bled	I
And North and South with tears beheld their dead	I
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Oh Mother South hast thou forgot thy ways	Y
Forgot the glory of thine ancient days	Y
Forgot the honor that once made thee great	I
And stooped to this unhallowed estate	I
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It cannot last thou wilt come forth in might	I
A warrior queen full armored for the fight	I
And thou wilt take e'en with thy spear in rest	I
Thy dusky children to thy saving breast	I
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Till then no more no more the gladsome song	Z
Strike only deeper chords the notes of wrong	Z
Till then the sigh the tear the oath the moan	A2
Till thou oh South and thine come to thine own	A2

Paul Laurence Dunbar

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