Julia is only a poor colored girl,
Whose ancestors perhaps were slaves;
But her soul is as white as a mortal's can be
In this world of white-painted knaves.
Her tasks are the "menial" ones in the home,
But "perfection in all things" her goal;
The way she lends beauty and grace to her task
Proves that truth: "He restoreth my soul."
No matter how simple the meal, she gives thanks
Keeps faith with her Maker each day.
Her religion is simple: "Love God and man."
Let me be more like her, I pray.
Florence B. Taylor
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