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As an egg is full of meat - Frances Ellen Watkins Harper "Aunt Chloe's Politics"

Windows of agates, and gates of carbuncles - Frances E.W. Harper "The Building"

Fairest courts and portals - Frances E.W. Harper "The Building"

Build with fadeless rubies - Frances E.W. Harper "The Building"

Close not heart nor hand - Frances E.W. Harper "Burial of Sarah"

To weave for Earth a chaplet - Frances E.W. Harper "The Crocuses"

A tremor of the winter - Frances Ellen Watkins Harper "The Crocuses"

Sunbeams gave them welcome - Frances Ellen Watkins Harper "The Crocuses"

The crocuses were first - Frances Ellen Watkins Harper "The Crocuses"

Welcome children of the Spring - Frances E.W. Harper "Dandelions"

With sun-kisses all aflame - Frances E.W. Harper "Dandelions"

Dewdrops and the morning sun - Frances E.W. Harper "Dandelions"

Harnessed his lightning steeds - Frances E.W. Harper "Death of the Old Sea-King"

Through a path of flame and fire - Frances E.W. Harper "Death of the Old Sea-King"

Life's shattered cords of music - Frances E.W. Harper "Dedication Poem"

Pressed to my lips a stone - Frances E.W. Harper "A Double Standard"

No golden weights can turn the scale - Frances E.W. Harper "A Double Standard"

And saints were casting down their crowns - Frances E. Watkins Harper "Fishers of Men"

And gather the bruised grain - Frances E.W. Harper "Go Work in My Vineyard"

Vineyards that drink the golden light - Frances E.W. Harper "Go Work in My Vineyard"

Turned from the sun's fierce glare - Frances E.W. Harper "Go Work in My Vineyard"

Mingled and mixed in her cup - Frances E.W. Harper "Going East"

Sweet as the dollar's chime - Frances E.W. Harper "Going East"

New wealth to his golden store - Frances E.W. Harper "Going East"

Starving, but not for bread - Frances E.W. Harper "Going East"

Life's dangers and alarms - Frances E.W. Harper "A Grain of Sand"

Tigers with their stealthy tread - Frances E.W. Harper "The Hermit's Sacrifice"

Like muffled thunders breaking - Frances E.W. Harper "The Hermit's Sacrifice"

Rome with all her pride and power - Frances E.W. Harper "The Hermit's Sacrifice"

Whose hearts would flow together - Frances E.W. Harper "Home, Sweet Home"

Where death's pale angels tread - Frances E. Watkins Harper "I Thirst"

The saints all crowned with glory - Frances E.W. Harper "Jamie's Puzzle"

Belshazzar raised his eyes and saw - Frances E. Watkins Harper "The Jewish Grandfather's Story"

Holy horror blanch each brow - Frances E.W. Harper "The Martyr of Alabama"

Tarnish of moth and rust - Frances E.W. Harper "Mother's Treasures"

The treasure house of thought - Frances E.W. Harper "My Mother's Kiss"

Drenched with burning tears - Frances E.W. Harper "Nothing and Something"

On the crimson fields of strife - Frances E.W. Harper "Our Hero"

A lamb not sheltered in any fold - Frances E. Watkins Harper "Out in the Cold"

Hearing the wolves of hunger bark - Frances E. Watkins Harper "Out in the Cold"

From whose trusted hands came oracles - Frances E.W. Harper "The Present Age"

And want consorts with crime - Frances E.W. Harper "The Present Age"

To plant the roots of coming years - Frances E.W. Harper "The Present Age"

Around the couch of night - Frances E.W. Harper "The Pure in Heart Shall See God"

When the cyclone breathes terror - Frances E.W. Harper "The Pure in Heart Shall See God"

The murmurs of zephyrs soft and bland - Frances E.W. Harper "The Pure in Heart Shall See God"

Breathe vigor through each nerve - Frances E.W. Harper "The Pure in Heart Shall See God"

When pestilence clasps hands with death - Frances E.W. Harper "The Pure in Heart Shall See God"

The city of gems and pearls of light - Frances E.W. Harper "The Pure in Heart Shall See God"

Before my heart's closed door - Frances E.W. Harper "The Refiner's Gold"

Every street with snares is spread - Frances E.W. Harper "Save the Boys"

Bid me break my fiery chain - Frances E.W. Harper "Save the Boys"

To hush the jangle and discords - Frances E.W. Harper "Songs for the People"

Girdle the world with peace - Frances E.W. Harper "Songs for the People"

To stir like a battle-cry - Frances Ellen Watkins Harper "Songs for the People"

And careworn brows forget - Frances Ellen Watkins Harper "Songs for the People"

Who hears the hungry lion's call - Frances E.W. Harper "The Sparrow's Fall"

With bated breath and useless oar - Frances E.W. Harper "A Story of the Rebellion"

Never bowed his haughty crest - Frances E.W. Harper "Truth"

Springing from the arms of night - Frances E.W. Harper "Truth"

Pausing at the gates of rest - Frances E.W. Harper "Truth"

And weep for Vashti's shame - Frances E.W. Harper "Vashti"

Through purple lips of wrath - Frances E.W. Harper "Vashti"

And fevers scorch my brain - Frances Ellen Watkins Harper "Yearnings for Home"

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