H. M. Leamon (Hagerstown, Md.); Baltimore Afro-American Ledger, January 25, 1902

Fear not, yea sons of Africa,
To ride on Jim Crow Cars,
The kind of cars we ride upon
Does not decide life’s bars.
Man looketh on the outward hue,
God looketh on the heart,
The purest man that ever lives
May drive a garbage cart.
The palace cars go down to wreck
The dudes are crushed to death.
The steamers with the finest deck
Take travelers’ last breath.
If you are on salvation’s car,
And for God’s station bound,
Your color may be that of tar.
If you are faithful near and far,
You will in heaven be found.

[This poem appears in two categories: God and Christ and Injustices and Burdens.]