Take sackcloth of the darkest dye, <br /> And shroud the pulpits round! <br />Servants of Him that cannot lie, <br /> Sit mourning on the ground. <br /> <br />Let holy horror blanch each cheek, <br /> Pale every brow with fears; <br />And rocks and stones, if ye could speak, <br /> Ye well might melt to tears! <br /> <br />Let sorrow breathe in every tone, <br /> In every strain ye raise; <br />Insult not God's majestic throne <br /> With th' mockery of praise. <br /> <br />A 'reverend' man, whose light should be <br /> The guide of age and youth, <br />Brings to the shrine of Slavery <br /> The sacrifice of truth! <br /> <br />For the direst wrong by man imposed, <br /> Since Sodom's fearful cry, <br />The word of life has been unclos'd, <br /> To give your God the lie. <br /> <br />Oh! When ye pray for heathen lands, <br /> And plead for their dark shores, <br />Remember Slavery's cruel hands <br /> Make heathens at your doors!<br /><br />Frances Ellen Watkins Harper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bible-defense-of-slavery/
