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Standin’ at de winder, Feelin’ kind o’ glum,Listenin’ to de raindrops Play de kettle drum,Lookin’ crost de medders Swimmin’ lak a sea;Lawd ‘a’ mussy on us, What’s de good o’ me?Can’t go out a-hoein’, Wouldn’t ef I could;Groun’ too wet…
“In the fight at Brandywine, Black Samson, a giant negro armed with a scythe, sweeps his way through the red ranks….” C. M. Skinner’s “Myths and Legends of Our Own Land.”Gray are the pages of record, Dim are the volumes…
IBeyond the years the answer lies,Beyond where brood the grieving skies And Night drops tears.Where Faith rod-chastened smiles to rise And doff its fears,And carping Sorrow pines and dies— Beyond the years. IIBeyond the years the prayer for restShall beat…
Home agin, an’ home to stay—Yes, it’s nice to be away.Plenty things to do an’ see,But the old place seems to meJest about the proper thing.Mebbe ‘ts ’cause the mem’ries clingCloser ’round yore place o’ birth‘N ary other spot on…
As in some dim baronial hall restrained,A prisoner sits, engirt by secret doorsAnd waving tapestries that argue forthStrange passages into the outer air;So in this dimmer room which we call life,Thus sits the soul and marks with eye intentThat mystic…
The Midnight wooed the Morning-Star, And prayed her: “Love come nearer;Your swinging coldly there afar To me but makes you dearer!”The Morning-Star was pale with dole As said she, low replying:”Oh, lover mine, soul of my soul, For you I…
Oh, dere ‘s lots o’ keer an’ trouble In dis world to swaller down;An’ ol’ Sorrer ‘s purty lively In her way o’ gittin’ roun’.Yet dere’s times when I furgit em,— Aches an’ pains an’ troubles all,—An’ it’s when I…
By Mystic’s banks I held my dream. (I held my fishing rod as well,)The vision was of dace and bream, A fruitless vision, sooth to tell. But round about the sylvan dellWere other sweet Arcadian shrines, Gone now, is all…
I know my love is true, And oh the day is fair.The sky is clear and blue,The flowers are rich of hue, The air I breathe is rare, I have no grief or care;For my own love is true, And…
De axes has been ringin’ in de woods de blessid day, An’ de chips has been a-fallin’ fa’ an’ thick;Dey has cut de bigges’ hick’ry dat de mules kin tote away, An’ dey’s laid hit down and soaked it in…