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orn my suffering race. Am I too bold? Death equals all--my heart beats faint and low; Turn not away, sweet mistress, hear the truth before I go! Gaze upon my shivering baby, scan the little pallid face, Mark the forehead, eyes of azure--Ha! you do the likeness trace! Nay, start not in horror from me! Oh, it was no fault of mine; I would have died a thousand deaths ere wronged a thought of thine. He came at midnight to my hut--abhorrent to my sense-- Force--threats of shame--foul violence--a slave has no defence! Wronged--soiled--and outraged--sick at heart--what right had I to feel? He deemed his chattel honored,--God! how brain and senses reel! We're women, though our hair is crisped, and though our skin be black: Men, ask your virgin daughters what's the maiden's deadliest rack! I scorned myself! I hated him! but felt a living goad Writhe and crawl beneath my bosom--shameful burden! sinful load! Sick and faint, I loathed my master, loathed his inant, loathed my life Till its flame burned dim within me, choked by shame, rage, hate, and strife. Better feelings woke within me when the helpless girl was born; Mother's love poured wild upon her: how love conquers rage and scorn! But my tortured heart was broken, and a slave girl ought to die When a tyrant master wrongs her, and she dreads her mistress' eye: Dreads one she loves may read in her, in spite of silence deep, That which would blight all happiness, and pale the rosy cheek: Dreads that a wife may shuddering read a husband's naked heart-- Humbled and crushed by treachery, may into madness start. But Amy dies: she has forgiven--forgive with her the wrong! Smile on the helpless baby--make her truthful, pure, and strong. Let her wait upon you, mistress; twine your ringlets golden still; Take her back to old Virginia, to the homestead by the hill. My heart clings to you with wild love--wherefore I scarce dare whisper-- Forgive--I am your father's child! pity your ruined sister! The hot white blood in my baby's veins, though mixed with duskier flow, Will make her wretched if a slave; let her in freedom go! Oh make her free, sweet mistress, that such a fate as mine Blanch not her cheek with agony, nor blast her ere her prime! You smile--I need no promise; angel-like to me you seem; Will you open heaven for me? bring the seraphs? h
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