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We had a fellow-passenger who came
From Calais with us, gaudy in array, -
A Negro woman like a lady gay,
Yet silent as a woman fearing blame;
Dejected, meek, yea pitiably tame,
She sat, from notice turning not away,
But on our proffer'd kindness still did lay
A weight of languid speech, - or at the same
Was silent, motionless in eyes and face.
She was a Negro woman driven from France,
Rejected like others of that race,
Not one of whom may now find footing there;
This the poor outcast did to us declare,
Nor murmur'd at the unfeeling ordinance.
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