Ashamed of my race? And of what race am I? I am many in one. Thru my veins there flows the blood Of Red Man, Black Man, Briton, Celt and Scot, In warring clash and tumultuous riot. I welcome all, But love the blood of the kindly race That swarthes my skin, crinkles my hair, And puts sweet music into my soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON THE SAYING THAT MY VERSES WERE MADE BY ANOTHER by ANNE KILLIGREW THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW BETROTHED ANEW by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN THE BEGGAR MAID [AND KING COPHETUA] by ALFRED TENNYSON REALISM by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AMERICA (2) by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |