The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 469 pages of information about The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar.
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The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 469 pages of information about The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar.

  She was de preachah’s favoured, an’ he tol’ de chu’ch one night
  Dat she travelled thoo de cloud o’ sin a-bearin’ of a light;
  But, now, I ‘low he t’inkin’ dat she mus’ ‘a’ los’ huh lamp,
  Case Lucy done backslided an’ dey trouble in de camp.

  Huh daddy wants to beat huh, but huh mammy daihs him to,
  Fu’ she lookin’ at de question f’om a ooman’s pint o’ view;
  An’ she say dat now she would n’t have it diff’ent ef she could;
  Dat huh darter only acted jes’ lak any othah would.

  Cose you know w’en women argy, dey is mighty easy led
  By dey hea’ts an’ don’t go foolin’ ’bout de reasons of de haid. 
  So huh mammy laid de law down (she ain’ reckernizin’ wrong),
  But you got to mek erlowance fu’ de cause dat go along.

  Now de cause dat made Miss Lucy fu’ to th’ow huh grace away
  I ’s afeard won’t baih no ’spection w’en hit come to jedgement day;
  Do’ de same t’ing been a-wo’kin’ evah sence de worl’ began,—­
  De ooman disobeyin’ fu’ to ’tice along a man.

  Ef you ‘tended de revivals which we held de wintah pas’,
  You kin rickolec’ dat convuts was a-comin’ thick an’ fas’;
  But dey ain’t no use in talkin’, dey was all lef’ in de lu’ch
  W’en ol’ Mis’ Jackson’s dartah foun’ huh peace an’ tuk de chu’ch.

  W’y, she shouted ovah evah inch of Ebenezah’s flo’;
  Up into de preachah’s pulpit an’ f’om dah down to de do’;
  Den she hugged an’ squeezed huh mammy, an’ she hugged an’ kissed huh dad,
  An’ she struck out at huh sistah, people said, lak she was mad.

  I has ’tended some revivals dat was lively in my day,
  An’ I ’s seed folks git ‘uligion in mos’ evah kin’ o’ way;
  But I tell you, an’ you b’lieve me dat I ‘s speakin’ true indeed,
  Dat gal tuk huh ’ligion ha’dah dan de ha’dest yit I ’s seed.

  Well, f’om dat, ’t was “Sistah Jackson, won’t you please do dis er dat?”
  She mus’ allus sta’t de singin’ w’en dey ‘d pass erroun’ de hat,
  An’ hit seemed dey was n’t nuffin’ in dat chu’ch dat could go by
  ’Dout sistah Lucy Jackson had a finger in de pie.

  But de sayin’ mighty trufeful dat hit easiah to sail
  W’en de sea is ca’m an’ gentle dan to weathah out a gale. 
  Dat ‘s whut made dis ooman’s trouble; ef de sto’m had kep’ away,
  She ’d ‘a’ had enough ‘uligion fu’ to lasted out huh day.

  Lucy went wid ’Lishy Davis, but w’en she jined chu’ch, you know
  Dah was lots o’ little places dat, of cose, she could n’t go;
  An’ she had to gin up dancin’ an’ huh singin’ an’ huh play.—­
  Now hit’s nachul dat sich goin’s-on ’u’d drive a man away.

  So, w’en Lucy got so solemn, Ike he sta’ted fu’ to go
  Wid a gal who was a sinnah an’ could mek a bettah show. 
  Lucy jes’ went on to meetin’ lak she did n’t keer a rap,
  But my ‘sperunce kep’ me t’inkin dah was somep’n’ gwine to drap.

  Fu’ a gal won’t let ‘uligion er no othah so’t o’ t’ing
  Stop huh w’en she teks a notion dat she wants a weddin’ ring. 
  You kin p’omise huh de blessin’s of a happy aftah life
  (An’ hit’s nice to be a angel), but she ’d ravah be a wife.

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