Over the hills and the valleys of dreaming

Your wrath has burned your judgment up,Hot breath has blown the ashes high.You say that you are wronged — ah, well,I count that friendship poor, at bestA bauble, a mere bagatelle,That cannot stand so slight a test.I fain would still have been your friend,And talked and laughed and loved with youBut since it must, why,…

‘Not only clay,’ another said,‘But worse, for thou art mire.’

Ah, yes, ‘t is true, I have no grief–But–is there not the falling leaf?The bare tree there is mourning leftWith all of autumn’s gray bereft;It is not what has happened me,Think of the bare, dismantled tree.The birds go South along the sky,I hear their lingering, long good-bye.Who goes reluctant from my breast?And yet–the lone and…

This tribute to thy glory.I know the pangs which thou didst feel,When Slavery crushed thee with its heel,With thy dear blood all gory.Sad days were those-ah, sad indeed!But through the land the fruitful seedOf better times was growing.The plant of freedom upward sprung,And spread its leaves so fresh and young-Its blossoms now are blowing.On every…

(Oh, it’s weary, weary waiting, love.)The little bird is sleepingIn the softness of its nest.Night follows day, day follows dawn,And so the time has come and gone:And it’s weary, weary waiting, love.The cruel wind is risingWith a whistle and a wail.(And it’s weary, weary waiting, love.)My eyes are seaward strainingFor the coming of a sail;But…

Den fu’ de long jou’ney back f’om de town,Ha’d, but de dreams mek it sweet.All de night long twell de break of de day,Dreamin’ agin in my sleep,Mandy comes drivin’ my sorrers away,Axin’ me, ‘Wha’ fu’ you weep?’All de day long twell de sun goes down,Smilin’, I ben’ to my hoe,Fu’ dough de weddah git…