The ever-present pain of a sensitive heart

Has worn on her sleeve the suffering part

Of a life lived for experience and wisdom sought

From a soul early spoken to and expensively bought

From the slavery of the white into the service of Black

The Black King himself bore the loathsome smart

Of the failure and falling on one so noble chosen

One step behind the others who would lessen

The burden and the blame for the holy strife

Brought by the Black King – the centre of her life

Now far from the home she once knew

Beaten and humiliated and never once to eschew

The life now lives in the shadow of the King

Who feels and daily gives her all things

Upward and forwards is the direction of hope

Power unlimited is her requirement of love

Come to me my true lover and guide

Give me the strength of the Thin White Glide

That I will in your presence continually be

Sliding down the years into eternity.