(PRINTED IN THE "NORTHAMPTON MERCURY.") To purify their wine some people bleed A lamb into the barrel, and succeed; No nostrum, planters say, is half so good To make fine sugar as a negro's blood. Now lambs and negroes both are harmless things, And thence perhaps this wondrous virtue springs. 'Tis in the blood of innocence alone-- Good cause why planters never try their own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE RETURNED GIRLS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE CAMELOPARD by HILAIRE BELLOC CONTRA MORTEM: THE GREAT DEATH by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO SAMUEL COLERIDGE UPON HEARING HIS 'SOME I FEEL LIKE A MOTHERLESS..' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A BANJO SONG by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |