Spotless, spotless, spotless, spotless,
At the sounding of that word,
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The summer's sun was beaming hot,
The boys had played all day;
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Only Afric's jungles
Satisfied his mind,
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I never see the burial place,
Where my dear mother lies;
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The last time mother walked with me,
October skies were blue;
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Friends can't you tell me something?
I am weary and worn tonight.
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My life is a wearisome journey;
I'm sick with the times and the heat,
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Dear friend, to me one vision craved,
Alas! has been denied;
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"To thine ownself be true,
And it must follow as the night the day,
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To Mrs. Annie Julia Cooper.
I read that book, "Voice from the South,"
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He has gone forth in the light of light,
Out of the long watch and the heavy night,
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So crushed by sinful oppression,
Through the ages long and drear,
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O life why so imperfect?
And life cried in elation,
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I went to bed the other night,
My sleep was sweet in part;
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The angel who unfetter'd St. Peter,
When bound in Jerusalem's jail;
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You know 'twas eighteen sixty-one,
The civil war had just begun,
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Hurrah for McKinley!
Hurrah for Hobart!
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A voice whispered to an infant,
Sitting on its mother's knees,
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That grand and noble woman dear,
Called Harriet Beecher Stowe,
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She has builded a human monument
The walls of which will stand,
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Here in sweet Nature's lonely gale,
The leaves are gone;
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While Washington at Valley Forge,
Endured the winter's pest;
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Sir George Williams, noble man,
Half 'cent'ry 've passed away,
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What is the best thing in the world?
This question to a crowd was hurled.
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To S----
A model girl, pure from her birth,
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Sweetheart, you know what true love is,
You know we have loved each other,
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Well, dearest one, I hope my heart
Will stop its bitter sigh,
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If it is really true that I have grieved thee,
You whom my soul has always loved the best,
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They say that in each human heart,
There is an unseen battle-field,
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You know that I love you, yet bid me adieu,
Can happiness live when absent from you?
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