My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white;
Look on the rising sun: there God does live And gives his light, and gives his heat away.
And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love,
For when our souls have learn’d the heat to bear The cloud will vanish we shall hear his voice.
I’ll shade him from the heat till he can bear, To lean in joy upon our fathers knee. And then I’ll stand and stroke his silver hair, And be like him and he will then love me.