The sale began — young girls were there,
Defenceless in their wretchedness,
Whose stifled sobs of deep despair
Revealed their anguish and distress.
And mothers stood with streaming eyes,
And saw their dearest children sold;
Unheeded rose their bitter cries,
While tyrants bartered them for gold.
And woman, with her love and mirth —
For these in sable forms may dwell —
Gaz'd on the husband of her youth,
With anguish none may paint or tell.
And men, whose sole crime was their hue,
The impress of their Maker's hand,
And frail and shrinking children, too,
Were gathered in that mournful band.
Ye who have laid your love to rest,
And wept above their lifeless clay,
Know not the anguish of that breast,
Whose lov'd are rudely torn away.
Ye may not know how desolate
Are bosoms rudely forced to part,
And how a dull and heavy weight
Will press the life-drops of the heart.
*Recommended reading: A Brighter Coming Day: A Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Reader (1993), edited by Frances Smith Foster.
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I get spam comments every once in a while on here - but I thought I'd let this one slide. It is, after all, the most insensitive 13 words I've ever seen in response to an antebellum slave auction. Yes, a SLAVE AUCTION. What ideas were taken from this, dear commenter? How to destroy families for personal gain? How to turn someone into livestock or property based solely on the color of their skin? Or are you just curious to experience your own bosom rudely forced to part whlie the heavy weaight against your heart presses your own life away? Please, do tell.
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