Frances Ellen Watkins Harper,
Bury Me in a Free Land
(1858)
“ My eye would flash with a mournful flame, My death-paled cheek grow red with shame. I would sleep, dear friends, where bloated might Can rob no man of his dearest right; My rest shall be calm in any grave, Where none calls his brother a slave. I ask no monument, proud and high To arrest the gaze of the passers by; All that my yearning spirit craves, Is—bury me not in the land of slaves.— This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”
