prayer-lisping

Updated: June 2, 2025

Alas! it never came. It was the last time she ever saw or heard of her mother. Oh! did we but know of the shadows so nigh, The world would indeed be a prison of gloom; All light would be quenched in youth's eloquent eye, And the prayer-lisping infant would ask for the tomb.

Harriet E. Wilson - Our nig, or, sketches from the life of a free black, in a two-story white house, North : Showing that slavery's shadows fall even there