DuBose Heyward Biography

Once in the starlight
When the tides were low,
And the surf fell sobbing
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They fight your battles for you every day,
The zealous ones, who sorrow in your life.
Undaunted by a century of strife,
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They tell me she is beautiful, my City,
That she is colorful and quaint, alone
Among the cities. But I, I who have known
Her tenderness, her courage, and her pity,
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I
Spring found us early that eventful year,
Seeming to know in her clairvoyant way
The bitterness of hunger and despair
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I saw you pray today
Out in the park—
Poor little storm-driven
Child of the dark.
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