O’er which, to sound their glamouring haze,
A man might bend, and vainly gaze.
Her eyes, twin pools so dark and deep,
In which life’s ancient mysteries sleep;
Wherein, to seek the quested goal,
A man might plunge, and lose his soul.
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Young man—
Your arm’s too short to box with God.But Jesus spake in a parable, and he said:A certain man had two sons.Jesus didn’t give this man a name,But his name is God Almighty.And Jesus didn’t call these sons by name,But ev’ry young man,Ev’rywhere,Is one of these two sons.And the younger son said to his father,He said:…
When buffeted and beaten by life’s storms,
I want no surer haven than your arms,I want no sweeter heaven than your breast.When over my life’s way there falls the blightOf sunless days, and nights of starless skies;Enough for me, the calm and steadfast lightThat softly shines within your loving eyes.The world, for me, and all the world can holdIs circled by your…
Cuddle down, ma honey, in yo’ bed,
Been a-kind o’ ailin’ all de day?Didn’t have no sperit fu’ to play?Never min’; to-morrer, w’en you wek,Daddy’s gwine to ride you on his bek,‘Roun’ an’ roun’ de cabin flo’ so fas’—Der! He’s closed his little eyes at las’.De little pickaninny’s gone to sleep,Cuddled in his trundle bed so tiny,De little pickaninny’s gone to sleep,Closed…
Once der was a meetin’ in de wilderness,
Brer Rabbit, Brer ‘Possum, Brer Wolf, Brer Fox,King Lion, Mister Terrapin, Mister B’ar.De question fu’ discussion was, ‘Who is de bigges’ man?’Dey ‘pinted ole Jedge Owl to decide;He polished up his spectacles an’ put ’em on his nose,An’ to the question slowly he replied:‘Brer Wolf am mighty cunnin’,Brer Fox am mighty sly,Brer Terrapin an’ ‘Possum…
I love to sit alone, and dream,
In fancy’s boat to softly glideAlong some streamWhere fairy palaces of goldAnd crystal brightStand all along the glistening shore:A wondrous sight.My craft is built of ivory,With silver oars,The sails are spun of golden threads,And priceless storesOf precious gems adorn its prow,And ’round its mastAn hundred silken cords are setTo hold it fast.My galley-slaves are sprightly…
No greater earthly boon than this I crave,
In place of tears, may whisper of me then,‘He sang a song that reached the hearts of men.’