Let me die and not tremble at death, But smile at the close of my day, And then, at the flight of my breath, Like a bird of the morning in May, Go chanting away.
George Moses Horton Carolinian
Source
The Poetical Works of George M. Horton: The Colored Bard of North Carolina: To Which is Prefixed the Life of the Author, Written by Himself (1845)
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- The Poetical Works of George M. Horton: The Colored Bard of North Carolina: To Which is Prefixed the Life of the Author, Written by Himself
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- 1845
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“Let me die and not tremble at death, But smile at the close …” George Moses Horton. Carolina Quotes, record CQ-F8C4A09892. https://carolinaquotes.com/quote/f8c4a09892
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