The Negro As He Was, And Is
- Time was when Sambo, in his cabin home,
- Was happy as a lark; when carping care
- Had plowed no furrows on his ebon brow;
- When corn and bacon made his sinews strong.
- His life was care-free, and his daily toil,
- Was made melodious with rich bursts of song….
- A busy worker in the waving corn,
- Or bucking to it, with a right good will,
- Among the broad green leaves of Orinoco,
- Or some other leaf, which once had made
- Virginia famous, and to fame gave wealth.
- There were no loungers in the well-hoed field;
- No drunken negroes at the cross-roads store;…
Another picture….