Weep  not, please, do not be  bitter
your  father was sold  for  a  living
He  died; my  husband was bloody and  beaten
Beaten in  the  swamp
It is  better than  bitter
Weep not, work, suffer, so that we who must can live
Put hearthen bitterness  away
Forgive, forgive
this was  their preaching; forgive, forgive
Do not  be  bitter
but  my  father: I remember
I can not forget him
I can not forget it
his love, his tree, his blessings and  defense
of fatherhood
womanhood  is  burdensome
It is  better than  bitter for  sake.