SLAVE GIRL MOURNING HER FATHER -- Slavery Song

SLAVE GIRL MOURNING HER FATHER -- Slavery Song

Parodied from Mrs. Sigourney by G.W.C.


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They say I was but four years old
When father was sold away;
Yet I have never seen his face
Since that sad parting day.
He went where brighter flowrets grow
Beneath the Southern skies;
Oh who will show me on the map
Where that far country lies?

A Slave Father Sold Away from His Family, Frontispiece from "The Child's Anti-Slavery Book", 1860




A Slave Father Sold Away from His Family, Frontispiece from "The Child's Anti-Slavery Book", 1860


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I begged him, "father, do not go!
For, since my mother died,
I love no one so well as you;"
And, clinging to his side,
The tears came gushing down my cheeks
Until my eyes were dim;
Some were in sorrow for the dead,
And _some_ in love for him.

He knelt and prayed of God above,
"My little daughter spare,
And let us both here meet again,
O keep her in thy care."
He does not come!--I watch for him
At evening twilight grey,
Till every shadow wears his shape,
Along the grassy way.

I muse and listen all alone,
When stormy winds are high,
And think I hear his tender tone,
And call, but no reply;
And so I've done these four long years,
Without a friend or home,
Yet every dream of hope is vain,--
Why don't my father come?

Father--dear father, are you sick,
Upon a stranger shore?--
The people say it must be so--
O send to me once more,
And let your little daughter come,
To soothe your restless bed,
And hold the cordial to your lips,
And press your aching head.

Alas!--I fear me he is dead!--
Who will my trouble share?
Or tell me where his form is laid,
And let me travel there?
By mother's tomb I love to sit,
Where the green branches wave;
Good people! help a friendless child
To find her father's grave.


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