I’m back down in ole Georgy w’ere… W’ere de cawn it is a-tasslin’, gi… W’ere de cott’n is a-openin’ an’ a… An’ de ripenin’ o’ de sugah-cane i… An’ de locus’ is a-singin’ f’om ev…

Three students once tarried over t… And into Frau Wirthin’s turned to… ‘Say, hostess, have you good beer… And where is that pretty daughter… ‘My beer and wine is fresh and cle…

Have you been sore discouraged in… And even sometimes weighted by the… That those with whom and those for… Lagged far behind, or dared but fa… And that the opposing forces in th…

Look heah! 'Splain to me de reaso… Why you said to Squire Lee, Der wuz twelve ole chicken thieves In dis heah town, includin’ me. Ef he tole you dat, my brudder,

The glory of the day was in her fa… The beauty of the night was in her… And over all her loveliness, the g… Of Morning blushing in the early… And in her voice, the calling of t…

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. Beneath the sunshine and the show’…

(Negro Love Song) Breeze a-sighin’ and a-blowin’, Southern summer night. Stars a-gleamin’ and a-glowin’, Moon jes shinin’ right.

O Southland! O Southland! Have you not heard the call, The trumpet blown, the word made k… To the nations, one and all? The watchword, the hope-word,

Sometimes the mist overhangs my pa… And blackening clouds about me cli… But, oh, I have a magic way To turn the gloom to cheerful day— I softly sing.

Around the council-board of Hell,… The Three Great Scourges of huma… Gaunt Famine, with hollow cheek a… ‘O, Prince, I have stalked the ea… And my victims by ten thousands I…

(On the Anniversary of Lincoln’s… Father, Father Abraham, Today look on us from above; On us, the offspring of thy faith, The children of thy Christ-like l…

Her eyes, twin pools of mystic lig… The blend of star-sheen and black… O’er which, to sound their glamour… A man might bend, and vainly gaze. Her eyes, twin pools so dark and d…

When morning shows her first faint… I think of the tender blush That crept so gently to your cheek When first my love I dared to spe… How, in your glance, a dawning ray

Old Omar, jolly sceptic, it may b… That, after all, you found the mag… To life and all its mystery, and… Must own you have almost persuaded…

I knew not who had wrought with sk… What I beheld; nor by what laws o… He had created life and love and h… On canvas, from mere color, curve… Silent I stood and made no move o…