#Americans #Blacks
Across the hills and down the narr… And up the valley where the free w… The earth is folded in an ermined… That mocks the melting mirth of my… Departed her disheartening duns an…
MY cot was down by a cypress grov… And I sat by my window the whole… And heard well up from the deep da… A mocking—bird’s passionate song. And I thought of myself so sad an…
Jes’ lak toddy wahms you thoo’ Sets yo’ haid a reelin’, Meks you ovah good and new, Dat ‘s de way I ’s feelin’. Seems to me hit ‘s summah time,
I ‘ve journeyed ’roun’ consid’able… An’ I 've learned a little of the… But in spite of all my travelling… I 've got one notion in my head, t… An’ it is that the folks I meet i…
Heart of my heart, the day is chil… The mist hangs low o’er the wooded… The soft white mist and the heavy… The sun and the face of heaven shr… The birds are thick in the drippin…
I BE’N down in ole Kentucky Fur a week er two, an’ say, 'T wuz ez hard ez breakin’ oxen Fur to tear myse’f away. Allus argerin’ 'bout fren’ship
De da’kest hour, dey allus say, Is des’ befo’ de dawn, But it’s moughty ha’d a—waitin’ W’ere de night goes frownin’ on; An’ it’s moughty ha’d a—hopin’
IN de dead of night I sometimes, Git to t’inkin’ of de pas’ An’ de days w’en slavery helt me In my mis’ry —ha’d an’ fas’. Dough de time was mighty tryin’,
In the heavy earth the miner Toiled and laboured day by day, Wrenching from the miser mountain Brilliant treasure where it lay. And the artist worn and weary
MY heart to thy heart, My hand to thine; My lips to thy lips, Kisses are wine Brewed for the lover in sunshine a…
Summah 's nice, wif sun a—shinin’, Spring is good wif greens and gras… An’ dey 's some t’ings nice 'bout… Dough hit brings de freezin’ blas; But de time dat is de fines’,
SILENCE, and whirling worlds af… Through all encircling skies. What floods come o’er the spirit’s… What wondrous thoughts arise. The earth, a mantle falls away,
HIT’S been drizzlin’ an’ been sp… Kin’ o’ techy all day long. I ain’t wet enough fu’ toddy, I’s too damp to raise a song, An’ de case have set me t’inkin’,
AN angel, robed in spotless white… Bent down and kissed the sleeping… Night woke to blush; the sprite wa… Men saw the blush and called it D…
SOME folks t’inks hit’s right an… Soon ez bedtime come erroun’, Fu’ to scramble to de kiver, Lak dey’d hyeahed de trumpet soun’… But dese people day all misses
