Cum, listen w'ile yore Unkel sings
Erbout how low sweet chariot swings,
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Reflecting ragged
Flecks of white,
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You say "That man was made to mourn."
Would you have me believe it—
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The skies are hung with sullen clouds,
A fine mist chills the air,
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Sis Hannah May Liza, so Emphraim sayed,
Stole out 'neaf a sycamo' tree an' prayed
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Mah ruddah's brokin, an' mah sail
Wen' ovah bode, in las' night's gale;
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Some men go beyond their way
To advertise, in bold display,
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Arise! ye humble undertrodden wight,
Behold, at edge of yonder east,
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The night winds drone, in mournful lay,
A solemn requiem o'er the dead.
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(In a little book P. P.)
Learned Sages,
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Prejudice with venom smote every word and act;
Snuffed was the light of knowledge from your view.
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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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He's struttin' sho ernuff,
Wearin' a lady's muff
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I 'fess Ise ugly, big, an' ruff,
Mah voice is husky, mannah's gruff;
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No venomous cobra's stab e'er stung,
Like nectared lies on a false friend's tongue.
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(Matthew—2:15)
Indirectly, out of Africa you came
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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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Vast realm beyond the gate of death,
Where craven scavengers and kings,
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How dare you question Him, or doubt,
With proof conclusive all about?
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Triumphant Sable Heroes homeward turning,
Arrayed in medals, bright, and half-healed scars,
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(To G. B. P.)
I have filched a mite ob time
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O.W. D.
I often wonder, Oscar,
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Wondah whut on earf tiz ails me,
Seems I see mo' outlan'ish t'ings,
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Dey greets you wid a nod an' smile,
Way down in Ole Kintucky,
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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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Remember, friend,
Each harsh word spoken
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Hab you evah laid 'wake dreamin'
B'ildin' kassels in de air,
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Invisible, saccharined,
Intoxicating stimulant,
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He doan care how po' I am,
Or dat folks calls me "Luckless Sam,"
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