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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391788" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dark-Browed Martha</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the frost-king clothed the forests<br>In a flood of gorgeous dyes,<br>Death called little dark-browed Martha<br>To her mansion in the skies.<br>'Twas a calm October Sabbath<br>When the bell with solemn sound<br>Knelled her to her quiet slumbers<br>Low down in the darksome ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far away, where sun and summer<br>Reign in glory all the year,<br>Was the land she left behind her,<br>To her simple heart so dear.<br>There a mother and a brother,<br>Meeting oft at close of day,<br>Spoke in tender, tearful whispers<br>Of the loved one far away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I am thinking,' said the mother,<br>'How much Martha'll get to know,<br>And how smart and bright 'twill make her,<br>Travellin' round the country so.<br>'Spect she'll be a mighty lady,<br>Shinin' jewels in her ears;<br>But I hope she won't forget us,--<br>Dat is what dis poor heart fears.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Deed she won't,' then spoke the brother,<br>'Martha'll love us just as well<br>As before she parted from us,--<br>Trust me, mammy, I can tell.'<br>Then he passed a hand in silence<br>O'er his damp and swarthy brow,<br>Brushed a tear from off the eyelid,--<br>'O that she were with us now!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Pshaw! don't cry, Lem,' said the mother,<br>'There's no need of that at all;<br>Massa said he'd bring her to us<br>When the nuts began to fall.<br>The pecans will soon be rattling<br>From the tall plantation trees,<br>She'll be here to help us pick them,<br>Brisk and merry as you please.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus they talked, while she they waited<br>From the earth had passed away;<br>Walked no more in pleasant places,<br>Saw no more the light of day;<br>Knew no more of toilsome labor,<br>Spiteful threats or angry blows;<br>For the Heavenly One had called her<br>Early from a life of woes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Folded we the tiny fingers<br>On the cold, unmoving breast;<br>Robed her in a decent garment,<br>For her long and dreamless rest;<br>And when o'er the tranquil Sabbath<br>Evening's rays began to fall,<br>Followed her with heavy footsteps<br>To the home that waits us all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As we paused beside the churchyard,<br>Where the tall green maples rise,<br>Strangers came and viewed the sleeper,<br>With sad wonder in their eyes;<br>While my thoughts flew to that mother,<br>And that brother far away:<br>How they'd weep and wail, if conscious<br>This was Martha's burial day!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the coffin had been lowered<br>Carefully into the ground,<br>And the heavy sods fell on it<br>With a cold and hollow sound,<br>Thought I, as we hastened homewards,<br>By the day's expiring light,<br>Martha never slept so sweetly<br>As she'll sleep this Sabbath night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frances+Ellen+Watkins+Harper">Frances Ellen Watkins Harper</a><div class=q>
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In a flood of gorgeous dyes,
Death called little dark-browed Martha
To her mansion in the skies.
'Twas a calm October Sabbath
When the bell with solemn sound
Knelled her to her quiet slumbers
Low down in the..."></div>
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