Yes, Ethiopia yet shall stretch <br />Her bleeding hands abroad; <br />Her cry of agony shall reach <br />The burning throne of God. <br /> <br />The tyrant's yoke from off her neck, <br />His fetters from her soul, <br />The mighty hand of God shall break <br />And spurn the base control. <br /> <br />Redeemed from dust, and freed from chains, <br />Her sons shall lift their eyes; <br />From lofty hills and verdant plains <br />Shall shouts of triumph rise. <br /> <br />Upon the dark, despairing brow <br />Shall play a smile of peace; <br />For God shall bend unto her woe, <br />And bid her sorrows cease. <br /> <br />'Neath sheltering vines and stately palms <br />Shall laughing children play; <br />And aged sires, with joyous psalms, <br />Shall gladden every day. <br /> <br />Secure by night and blest by day, <br />Shall pass her happy hours; <br />Within her peaceful bowers. <br /> <br />Thy bleeding hands abroad; <br />Thy cry of agony shall reach <br />And find the throne of God.<br /><br />Frances Ellen Watkins Harper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ethiopia-5/
