When I seat her alone she looks strange and wild,
And when I dismiss her she never looks 'round,
But she goes off alone looking down to the ground.

Her mother's afflicted, her home life is bad,
When I see little Becca I always feel sad.
She learns very quickly, she sings like a lark,
But Becca must go, for her skin is so dark.

I am asked to "dismiss her," and "send her away,"
She must not study here and with others play,
I don't like to do it, but then, don't you know,
There are some who won't like it, so "Becca must go."

Not many stand up for poor Becca down here,
They talk very strangely, and act very queer,
Her skin's not much darker than mine, but, you know,
Her hair curls a little, so "Becca must go."

Now Preacher and Teacher from East and from West,
If you would succeed you must do like the rest;
Be partial to white folk or take the disgrace,
Of showing regard for a down-trodden race.

E.N. RUDDOCK.

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THE INDIANS.