Saturday, April 30, 2022


Published anonymously in 1827, this poem appeared in the Freedom Journal.

I present the poem...


"Black, I am oh! daughters fair,"

But my beauty is most rare;

Black, indeed, appears my skin,

Beauteous, comely, all within:

Black when affliction press'd

Beauteous, when in Christ I rest;

Black, by sins defiling flood,

Beauteous, wash'd in Jesus' blood"

Black, I am in my own eyes,

Beauteous, in my Lord's I rise;

Black I am to men tis' true;

Beauteous, in the angels view:

Black, if Jesus frowns awhile,

Beauteous, when I see him smile;

Black, while in the tomb I lie,

Beauteous, when I mount the sky!

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