PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR And
from earth
all
Nature,
to
An'
cup o' joy is brimmin' 'Twell it seems about to slop,
sky, Is
bubbling o'er with laughter.
yo'
An' you
Dat
The
wimple on the
ripples
rills,
When
Like sparkling little lasses; The sunlight runs along the hills,
And The
among
laughs
the grasses.
earth
just so full of fun
is
And
streams
of
it
mirth so freely
run
The
heavens seem to rain
grow
slant
How
climax
at de table,
tiahed
little
mad;
little
and
slen-
yo'
of
drives
joy
out
de
doubt
When
de oven do'
is
An* de smell comes de
Why,
When the
down
ness,
yo'
settle
on de
mammy
Heaven
spot,
says de blessin'
An' de co'n pone
the
opened, po'in' out ;
'lectric light o'
Seems to
it's
hot.
's
gloom tu'ns into glad-
yo'
How
der.
Why,
says de blessin'
weary lak an' sad,
o'
An' you 'se jes' a An' purhaps a
it.
me of solemn days In autumn's time of splendor, Because the sun shows fewer rays, these
set
you
Don't talk to
And
mammy
yo'
Kin'
It really can't contain
trainin' fu' to trot
An' de co'n pone
When
a racah,
feel jes' lak
is
hot.
's
year,
The
highest time of living! Till naturally its bursting cheer Just melts into thanksgiving.
When
de cabbage pot
is
An' de bacon good
When So
's
de chittlins to
is
steamin*
an' fat, a-sputter'n'
show you whah dey
's
at;
WHEN DE
CO'N PONE'S
HOT
Tek away yo' sody biscuit, Tek away yo' cake an' pie, Fu' de glory time
DEY
is
times in
Seems to Jes'
slip
a-rattlin'
Lak an
When
life
when Nature
a cog an' go,
down
creation,
ocean's overflow;
de worl'
jes'
it 's
is
comin',
'proachin'
mighty
nigh,
An' you want to jump an' hollah, Dough you know you 'd bettah
stahts a-spin-
nin'
Lak
An*
not,
When
yo'
mammy
says de blessin'
An' de co'n pone
a picaninny's top,
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's
hot.
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