Josephine T. Washington, "Cedar Hill Saved" (1919)
Published in The Crisis, February 1919
"Dedicated to the National Association of Colored Women's Clubs"
Above Potomac's rhythmic flow,
To Cedar Hill I go;
Its charm o'er sense and spirit steals,
And as of yore appeals
In cadence sweet and low.
Once lived the hero of his race,
Within this sacred place;
The magic of his presence still
The old home seems to fill,
And mem'ry paints his face.
Far-fame d the spot where Douglass dwelt,
Here pilgrims oft have knelt
In homage to his noble fame,
With blessings on his name,
And gratitude heart-felt.
And now before a double shrine,
In praises we combine
With Douglass, great and wise and good,
'Round both our garlands twine .
In union strong throughout the land,
A consecrated band,
A service measureless they wrought
When Cedar Hill they bought
And saved from alien hand.
Fear not, faint not, O sable race!
The truth naught can efface
Is writ on ev'ry passing breeze;
With women such as these
Our fight is won a-pace.
(Josephine T. Washington, “Cedar Hill Saved” in The Crisis, February 1919)