KellenLou's Saved Poems

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures...

My mother bore me in the southern wild,
  And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
 White as an angel is the English child,
  But I am black, as if bereaved of light.
 
 My mother taught me underneath a tree,
  And, sitting down before the heat...