Seemingly dead, bent, brown and dried,
Unnoticed on yon shelf, she lay;
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Truly thou lovest pretty flowers,
For pretty flower, thyself, thou art.
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Yes, I admit a grievance.
I also boldly challenge you—
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Sis Hannah May Liza, so Emphraim sayed,
Stole out 'neaf a sycamo' tree an' prayed
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Well-meaning friends often ask,
Am I not weary of my task,
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You sez dat ole frens am de best.
I begs yore pawden, deed I do,
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Rent and bleeding,
Upon her knees
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"Put out the light!"
He had no need of man-made glow
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(Matthew—2:15)
Indirectly, out of Africa you came
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Dutiful, underpaid bearer of burden
(Although as oxen your past roles were cast,
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Though many are the dreams I dream,
They're born within a single theme.
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(To G. B. P.)
I have filched a mite ob time
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The shackles rend, your hands are free,
You need no longer humb'ly bow
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It wuz cole, de snow dun drifted
Hi' roun' 'bout de ole barn do';
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Oh! foolish one in quest of ease,
Do you not know that ease on earth, for men,
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Some men go beyond their way
To advertise, in bold display,
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My Harvah rit me week fo' las',
Dat is, dat's w'en I got it;
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True I am black not by my will;
I had no choice of hue,
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Arise! ye humble undertrodden wight,
Behold, at edge of yonder east,
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(In a little book P. P.)
Learned Sages,
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I 'fess Ise ugly, big, an' ruff,
Mah voice is husky, mannah's gruff;
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The night winds drone, in mournful lay,
A solemn requiem o'er the dead.
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Invisible, saccharined,
Intoxicating stimulant,
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Remember, friend,
Each harsh word spoken
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Row on row the crosses stand;
The breeze blown poppies nod
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Dey greets you wid a nod an' smile,
Way down in Ole Kintucky,
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Triumphant Sable Heroes homeward turning,
Arrayed in medals, bright, and half-healed scars,
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Vast realm beyond the gate of death,
Where craven scavengers and kings,
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Two rail pert sma't ellicks, fresh frum Smif's Normal School,
Figgahed dey maik sport ob me, played me fo' a fool;
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O.W. D.
I often wonder, Oscar,
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