Paul Laurence Dunbar

(1872-1906 / Ohio / United States)

Paul Laurence Dunbar Poems

281. He Had His Dream 4/2/2010
282. Harriet Beecher Stowe 4/2/2010
283. Growin' Gray 4/2/2010
284. Good-Night 4/2/2010
285. Fulfillment 4/2/2010
286. From The Porch At Runnymede 4/2/2010
287. Frederick Douglass 3/10/2003
288. Forever 4/2/2010
289. For The Man Who Fails 4/2/2010
290. Foolin' Wid De Seasons 4/2/2010
291. Fishing 4/2/2010
292. Farewell To Arcady 4/2/2010
293. Faith 4/2/2010
294. Expectation 4/2/2010
295. Evening 4/2/2010
296. Ere Sleep Comes Down To Soothe The Weary Eyes 4/2/2010
297. Equipment 4/2/2010
298. Encouragement 12/31/2002
299. Encouraged 12/31/2002
300. Emancipation 4/2/2010
301. Drizzle 4/2/2010
302. Dreams 4/2/2010
303. Dreamin' Town 4/2/2010
304. Dream Song Ii 4/2/2010
305. Dream Song I 4/2/2010
306. Douglass 1/3/2003
307. Distinction 1/3/2003
308. Discovered 4/2/2010
309. Disappointed. 4/2/2010
310. Dirge For A Soldier 4/2/2010
311. Dirge 4/2/2010
312. Diplomacy 4/2/2010
313. Dinah Kneading Dough 4/2/2010
314. Differences 4/2/2010
315. Despair 4/2/2010
316. Dely 4/2/2010
317. Death 4/2/2010
318. Dead 4/2/2010
319. Deacon Jones' Grievance 4/2/2010
320. De Way T'Ings Come 4/2/2010
Best Poem of Paul Laurence Dunbar

We Wear The Mask

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,--
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be overwise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!

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Theology

There is a heaven, for ever, day by day,
The upward longing of my soul doth tell me so.
There is a hell, I'm quite as sure; for pray
If there were not, where would my neighbours go?

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