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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477621" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Black Sampson Of Brandywine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'In the fight at Brandywine, Black Samson, a giant negro armed with<br>a scythe, sweeps his way through the red ranks....' C. M. Skinner's<br>'_Myths and Legends of Our Own Land_.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gray are the pages of record,<br>Dim are the volumes of eld;<br>Else had old Delaware told us<br>More that her history held.<br>Told us with pride in the story,<br>Honest and noble and fine,<br>More of the tale of my hero,<br>Black Samson of Brandywine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing of your chiefs and your nobles,<br>Saxon and Celt and Gaul,<br>Breath of mine ever shall join you,<br>Highly I honor them all.<br>Give to them all of their glory,<br>But for this noble of mine,<br>Lend him a tithe of your tribute,<br>Black Samson of Brandywine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There in the heat of the battle,<br>There in the stir of the fight,<br>Loomed he, an ebony giant,<br>Black as the pinions of night.<br>Swinging his scythe like a mower<br>Over a field of grain,<br>Needless the care of the gleaners,<br>Where he had passed amain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Straight through the human harvest,<br>Cutting a bloody swath,<br>Woe to you, soldier of Briton!<br>Death is abroad in his path.<br>Flee from the scythe of the reaper,<br>Flee while the moment is thine,<br>None may with safety withstand him,<br>Black Samson of Brandywine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was he a freeman or bondman?<br>Was he a man or a thing?<br>What does it matter? His brav'ry<br>Renders him royal--a king.<br>If he was only a chattel,<br>Honor the ransom may pay<br>Of the royal, the loyal black giant<br>Who fought for his country that day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Noble and bright is the story,<br>Worthy the touch of the lyre,<br>Sculptor or poet should find it<br>Full of the stuff to inspire.<br>Beat it in brass and in copper,<br>Tell it in storied line,<br>So that the world may remember<br>Black Samson of Brandywine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Laurence+Dunbar">Paul Laurence Dunbar</a><div class=q>
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