The Little Black Boy karya William Blake
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O 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 of day, She took me on her lap and kissed me, And, pointing to the East, began to say: ‘Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
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