XXVIII.
And thus we two were reconciled, The white child and black mother, thus; For as I sang it soft and wild, The same song, more melodious, Rose from the grave whereon I sate It was the dead child singing that, To join the souls of both of us.
And thus we two were reconciled, The white child and black mother, thus; For as I sang it soft and wild, The same song, more melodious, Rose from the grave whereon I sate It was the dead child singing that, To join the souls of both of us.