Viney, go put on de kittle, I got one o' mastah's chickens.
FREDERICK DOUGLASS
A hush is over all the teeming lists,
And there is pause, a breath-space in the strife;
A spirit brave has passed beyond the mists
And vapors that obscure the sun of life.
And Ethiopia, with bosom torn,
Laments the passing of her noblest born.
She weeps for him a mother's burning tears—
She loved him with a mother's deepest love.