Have you been sore discouraged in the fight,
And even sometimes weighted by the thought
That those with whom and those for whom you fought... more »
To chase a never-reached mirage
Across the hot, white sand,
And choke and die, while gazing on
Its green and watered strand.... more »
'Twas at early morning,
The dawn was blushing in her purple bed,
When in a sweet, embowered garden... more »
I sometimes take you in my dreams to a far-off land I used to know,
Back in the ages long ago; a land of palms and languid streams.... more »
(A Negro Serenade)
De river is a-glistenin' in de moonlight,
De owl is set'n high up in de tree;... more »
(Negro Love Song)
Breeze a-sighin' and a-blowin',
Southern summer night.... more »
Old Devil, when you come with horns and tail,
With diabolic grin and crafty leer;
I say, such bogey-man devices wholly fail... more »
O Southland! O Southland!
Have you not heard the call,
The trumpet blown, the word made known... more »
Old Omar, jolly sceptic, it may be
That, after all, you found the magic key
To life and all its mystery, and I... more »
Look heah! Is I evah tole you 'bout de curious way I won
Anna Liza? Say, I nevah? Well heah's how de thing wuz done.... more »
O Sleep, thou kindest minister to man,
Silent distiller of the balm of rest,
How wonderful thy power, when naught else can,... more »
My heart be brave, and do not falter so,
Nor utter more that deep, despairing wail.
Thy way is very dark and drear I know,... more »
Out of the infinite sea of eternity
To climb, and for an instant stand
Upon an island speck of time.... more »
W'en de leaves begin to fall,
An' de fros' is on de ground,
An' de 'simmons is a-ripenin' on de tree;... more »
Sometimes the mist overhangs my path,
And blackening clouds about me cling;
But, oh, I have a magic way... more »
Mother, shed no mournful tears,
But gird me on my sword;
And give no utterance to thy fears,
But bless me with thy word.... more »
The glory of the day was in her face,
The beauty of the night was in her eyes.... more »
For fifty years,
Cruel, insatiable Old World.
You have punched me over the heart
Till you made me cough blood.... more »
In a backwoods town
Lived Deacon Brown,
And he was a miser old;
He would trust no bank,... more »
(On an Incident at the Battle of San Juan Hill)
Under a burning tropic sun,
With comrades around him lying,... more »
O, brothers mine, take care! Take care!
The great white witch rides out to-night,
Trust not your prowess nor your strength;... more »
Shet yo' eyes, ma little pickaninny, go to sleep
Mammy's watchin' by you all de w'ile;... more »
Seems lak to me de stars don't shine so bright,
Seems lak to me de sun done loss his light,
Seems lak to me der's nothin' goin' right,... more »
O black and unknown bards of long ago,
How came your lips to touch the sacred fire?
How, in your darkness, did you come to know... more »
When morning shows her first faint flush,
I think of the tender blush
That crept so gently to your cheek... more »
Eternities before the first-born day,
Or ere the first sun fledged his wings of flame,
Calm Night, the everlasting and the same,... more »
'She's built of steel
From deck to keel,
And bolted strong and tight;
In scorn she'll sail... more »
How would you have us, as we are?
Or sinking 'neath the load we bear?
Our eyes fixed forward on a star?
Or gazing empty at despair?... more »
O mighty, powerful, dark-dispelling sun,
Now thou art risen, and thy day begun.
How shrink the shrouding mists before thy face,... more »
No greater earthly boon than this I crave,
That those who some day gather 'round my grave,
In place of tears, may whisper of me then,... more »
O whitened head entwined in turban gay,
O kind black face, O crude, but tender hand,
O foster-mother in whose arms there lay... more »
Some men enjoy the constant strife
Of days with work and worry rife,
But that is not my dream of life:
I think such men are crazy.... more »
I dreamed that I was a rose
That grew beside a lonely way,
Close by a path none ever chose,
And there I lingered day by day.... more »
The snow has ceased its fluttering flight,
The wind sunk to a whisper light,
An ominous stillness fills the night,... more »
Her eyes, twin pools of mystic light,
The blend of star-sheen and black night;
O'er which, to sound their glamouring haze,... more »
I'm back down in ole Georgy w'ere de sun is shinin' hot,
W'ere de cawn it is a-tasslin', gittin' ready fu' de pot;... more »
Cuddle down, ma honey, in yo' bed,
Go to sleep an' res' yo' little head,
Been a-kind o' ailin' all de day?
Didn't have no sperit fu' to play?... more »
Weep not, weep not,
She is not dead;
She's resting in the bosom of Jesus.
Heart-broken husband--weep no more;
Grief-stricken son--weep no more;
Left-lonesome daughter --weep no more;
She only just gone home.
Day before yesterday morning,
God was looking down from his great, high heaven,
Looking down on all his children,
And his eye fell of Sister Caroline,
Tossing on her bed of pain.
And God's big heart was touched with pity,
With the everlasting pity.
And God sat back on his throne,
And he commanded that tall, bright angel standing at his ...
O Lord, we come this morning
Knee-bowed and body-bent
Before Thy throne of grace.
O Lord--this morning--
Bow our hearts beneath our knees,
And our knees in some lonesome valley.
We come this morning--
Like empty pitchers to a full fountain,
With no merits of our own.