APRIL IS NATIONAL POETRY MONTH!
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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