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Sojourner's Sonnets

As firm as a rock I would be set

Against the world and its lewd contentions

More steady proving clearest virtue, stressed

With brilliant facets of the light, resolving factions.

A hope amidst the strife, this worth bestows

To character, ruling every passions’ season

For perfect care, great purposes to show

In blooms of time or timeless, sacred reasons!

Converging and uniting, such care met

Life's waking might, more near in sight to shine

With pure intent, whose knowing best reflects

All states, here cast in figures of design.

O dawning vision, pierce the awful night

And horns of plenty pour, true love requite!

 

When I was young I thought humanity

To be my nurse, my comfort and sure strength;

An eager hope, in every hour to length

Fleet days of wonder, all of life to see.

I cherished kindness, lain upon the breast

Of upright admonitions and good will;

A care of grace, in love, a founding rest

And honor for my vision’s windowsill.

How yet, too soon, cruel condemnations frowned

On ways I blessed in youth, now grown insane

With outward forms, the worldly pride bestows

And falsehood, waking my dread infamy.

Alas, my wasting sorrow and the shame

That groans with silent tears of faith betrayed!

 

Long hours, cruel hours that vex my wearied soul

With thoughts of contradiction; fawning days

Of youth are closed, in stock of lies arraigned

For inquisition and condemning powers.

What tyrannous and brutal, ruthless ways

That slam this sanctioned slavery overhead;

While bravery endures an awful crime

In contemplate of shame, too stark with dread.

So mock, O State, the way of noble ends

More false, discharge your rotten judgments’ fate;

A greater cause, at last, where first you rend

The back and front of self... my selves berate!

Dare now upon life’s brow your six-thrice brand

And testify!  All stripes shall truth withstand.

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Apr 14, 2012
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