They please me not— these solemn songs
That hint of sermons covered up.
'T is true the world should heed its wrongs,
But in a poem let me sup,
Not simples brewed to cure or ease
Humanity's confessed disease,
But the spirit-wine of a singing line,
Or a dew-drop in a honey cup!
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Very nice poem. I agree, no sermons, but an enjoyable text... that is the best kind of poem.
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I enjoy all of Dunbar's work. This shows his excellency in blending message and meter.
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