Question

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 bereav'd 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
And gives his light, and gives his heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, Joy in the noon day
"And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love,
And these black bodies and this sun-burnt lace
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove,
"For when our souls have learn'd the heat to bear
The cloud will vanish we shall hear his voice,
Saying: "Come out from the grove, my love and care,
And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice."​

Answer 1

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Answer 2

Answer:

The Little Black Boy by William Blake

Explanation:

"The Little Black Boy" is a poem by British poet William Blake, included in his 1789 publication Songs of Innocence. The poem argues for racial equality, insisting that earthly identity is temporary and that all are worthy of God's divine love.