<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391845" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Slave Mother</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heard you that shriek? It rose <br>So wildly on the air, <br>It seemed as if a burden'd heart <br>Was breaking in despair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Saw you those hands so sadly clasped -- <br>The bowed and feeble hand -- <br>The shuddering of that fragile form -- <br>That look of grief and dread? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Saw you the sad, imploring eye? <br>Its every glance was pain, <br>As if a storm of agony <br>Were sweeping through the brain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is a mother, pale with fear, <br>Her boy clings to her side, <br>And in her kirtle vainly tries <br>His trembling form to hide. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is not hers, although she bore <br>For him a mother's pains; <br>He is not hers, although her blood <br>Is coursing through his veins! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is not hers, for cruel hands <br>May rudely tear apart <br>The only wreath of household love <br>That binds her breaking heart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His love has been a joyous light <br>That o'er her pathway smiled, <br>A fountain gushing ever new, <br>Amid life's desert wild. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His lightest word has been a tone <br>Of music round her heart, <br>Their lives a streamlet blent in one -- <br>Oh, Father! must they part? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They tear him from her circling arms, <br>Her last and fond embrace. <br>Oh! never more may her sad eyes <br>Gaze on his mournful face. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No marvel, then, these bitter shrieks <br>Disturb the listening air; <br>She is a mother, and her heart <br>Is breaking in despair.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391845" data-title="The Slave Mother de Frances Ellen Watkins Harper" data-description="Heard you that shriek? It rose So wildly on the air, It seemed as if a burden'd heart Was breaking in despair. Saw you those hands so sadly clasped -- The bowed and feeble hand -- The shuddering of that fragile form -- That look of grief a..."></div> </div> </div>

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