Frances Ellen Watkins Harper (24 Sep 1825 – 22 Feb 1911 | Baltimore MD – Philadelphia PA) poet, author, essayist, feminist, abolitionist, African-American, aka The Bronze Muse, civil rights / temperance activist.

A grain of sand, a double standard, a story of the rebellion, a little child shall lead them.

An appeal to my country women. Building, burial of Sarah. Crocuses and dandelions,

dedication poem, dying bondman, death of the old sea king.  Going east, go work in my

vineyard, god bless our native land. Home, sweet home – the hermit’s sacrifice, he had

nowhere to lay his head. Jamie’s puzzle. Let the light enter, the dying words of Goethe.

Martyr of Alabama, mother’s treasures, my mother’s kiss. Night of death, nothing and

something. Present age, pure in heart. Refiner’s gold, renewal of strength. Sparrow’s fall,

save the boys, songs for the people. Truth: thank God for little children. Weep not for the

Negro alone, but weep for your sons who must gather the crops which their fathers have

sown. When ye plead for the wrecked and fallen, from far-distant shores, remember men

are still wasting life’s crimson around your own doors.

Harper, Frances E. W. Poems. Philadelphia: 1006 Bainbridge Street, 1896. https://archive.org/details/poemsharper00harprich/page/74/mode/1up?q=children