1. Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
... my silent tomb Would make it a place of fearful gloom I could not sleep, if I heard the tread Of a coffle-gang to the shambles led, And the mother's shriek of wild despair Rise, like a curse, on the trembling air. I could not rest, if I saw the lash Drinking her blood at each fearful gash ... a bloodhound seizing his human prey; And I heard the captive plead in vain, As they bound, afresh, his galling chain. If I saw young girls from their mother's arms Bartered and sold from their youthful charms, My eye would flash with a mournful flame, My death-pale cheek grow read with shame. I woul...
- Word Count: 2134
- Approx Pages: 9
- Has Bibliography
- Grade Level: High School