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The Negro's Complaint [Old Hundredth]

Thomas Cooper
Langue: anglais


Thomas Cooper


Great God dost thou from heav’n above
View all mankind with equal love?
Why dost thou hide thy face from slaves,
Confin’d by fate to serve the knaves?

When stole and bought from Africa,
Transported to America,
Like the brute beasts in market sold,
To stand the heat and feel the cold.

To stand the lash and feel the pain,
Expos’d to stormy snow and rain.
To work all day and half the night,
And rise before the morning light!…

Although our skin be black as jet,
Our hair be friz’d and noses flat,
Shall we for that no freedom have,
Until we find it in the grave.

Hath heav’n decreed that Negroes must,
By wicked men be ever curs’d
Nor e’er enjoy our lives like men,
But ever drag the gauling chain.

When will Jehovah hear our cries,
When will the sons of freedom rise,
When will for us a Moses stand,
And free us from a Pharaoh’s land.



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