Lucy White Jennison

  • I bear an unseen burden constantly;
    Waking or sleeping I can never thrust
    The load aside; through summer’s heat and dust
    And winter’s snows it still abides with me.
    I cannot let it fall, though I should be
    Never so weary; carry it I must.
    Nor can...

  • “and this is freedom!” cried the serf; “At last
    I tread free soil, the free air blows on me;”
    And, wild to learn the sweets of liberty,
    With eager hope his bosom bounded fast.
    But not for naught had the long years amassed
    Habit of slavery; among the free...

  • I died; they wrapped me in a shroud,
    With hollow mourning, far too loud,
    And sighs that were but empty sound,
    And laid me low within the ground.
    I felt her tears through all the rest;
    Past sheet and shroud they reached my breast;
    They warmed to...