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Poem by James Weldon Johnson


The Young Warrior


MOTHER, shed no mournful tears,
But gird me on my sword;
And give no utterance to thy fears,
But bless me with thy word.

The lines are drawn! The fight is on!
A cause is to be won!
Mother, look not so white and wan;
Give Godspeed to thy son.

Now let thine eyes my way pursue
Where'er my footsteps fare;
And when they lead beyond thy view,
Send after me a prayer.

But pray not to defend from harm,
Nor danger to dispel;
Pray, rather, that with steadfast arm
I fight the battle well.

Pray, mother of mine, that I always keep
My heart and purpose strong,
My sword unsullied and ready to leap
Unsheathed against the wrong. 



James Weldon Johnson


James Weldon Johnson's other poems:
  1. O Black and Unknown Bards
  2. The Black Mammy
  3. The Temptress
  4. УLazyФ
  5. Deep in the Quiet Wood


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