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GARVEY SPEAKS Issue #42 May 11th, 2008
THE BLACK MOTHER
Where can I find love that never changesSmiles that are true and always just the same, Caring not how the fierce tempest rages, Willing ever to shield my honored name? This I find at home, only with Mother, Who cares for me with patient tenderness; She from every human pain would rather Save me, and drink the dregs of bitterness. If on life's way I happen to flounder, My true thoughts should be of Mother dear, She is the rock that ne'er rifts asunder, The cry of her child, be it far or near. This is love wonderful beyond compare; It is God's choicest gift to mortal man; You, who know Mother, in this thought must share, For, she, of all, is Angel of your Clan. My Mother is black, loveliest of all; Yes, she is as pure as the new made morn; Her song of glee is a clear rhythmic call To these arms of love to which I was born. I shall never forget you, sweet Mother, Where'er in life I may happen to roam; Thou shalt always be the Fairy Charmer To turn my dearest thoughts to things at home.
Originally published in the Negro World in 1927.
 
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