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To me he gave a form Of fairer, whiter clay; But am I, therefore, in his sight Respected more than they? No,—'tis the hue of deeds and thoughts He traces in his Book, 'Tis the complexion of the heart On which he deigns to look.

Not by the tinted cheek That fades away so fast, But by the color of the soul, We shall be judg'd at last. And God, the Judge, will look at me    With anger in his eyes, If I, my brother's darker brow Should ever dare despise.