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Название: The Complete Poems Of Paul Laurence Dunbar

Автор: Paul Laurence Dunbar

Издательство: Ingram

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СКАЧАТЬ the clouds they gave a shower;

      And the little plant kept growing

      Till it found itself a flower.

      Little folks, be like the seedling,

      Always do the best you can;

      Every child must share life’s labor

      Just as well as every man.

      And the sun and showers will help you

      Through the lonesome, struggling hours,

      Till you raise to light and beauty

      Virtue’s fair, unfading flowers.

      PROMISE

      I grew a rose within a garden fair,

      And, tending it with more than loving care,

      I thought how, with the glory of its bloom,

      I should the darkness of my life illume;

      And, watching, ever smiled to see the lusty bud

      Drink freely in the summer sun to tinct its blood.

      My rose began to open, and its hue

      Was sweet to me as to it sun and dew;

      I watched it taking on its ruddy flame

      Until the day of perfect blooming came,

      Then hasted I with smiles to find it blushing red—

      Too late! Some thoughtless child had plucked my rose and fled!

      FULFILMENT.

      I grew a rose once more to please mine eyes.

      All things to aid it—dew, sun, wind, fair skies—

      Were kindly; and to shield it from despoil,

      I fenced it safely in with grateful toil.

      No other hand than mine shall pluck this flower, said I,

      And I was jealous of the bee that hovered nigh.

      It grew for days; I stood hour after hour

      To watch the slow unfolding of the flower,

      And then I did not leave its side at all,

      Lest some mischance my flower should befall.

      At last, oh joy! the central petals burst apart.

      It blossomed—but, alas! a worm was at its heart!

      SONG

      My heart to thy heart,

      My hand to thine;

      My lip to thy lips,

      Kisses are wine

      Brewed for the lover in sunshine and shade;

      Let me drink deep, then, my African maid.

      Lily to lily,

      Rose unto rose;

      My love to thy love

      Tenderly grows.

      Rend not the oak and the ivy in twain,

      Nor the swart maid from her swarthier swain.

      AN ANTE-BELLUM SERMON

      We is gathahed hyeah, my brothahs,

      In dis howlin’ wildaness,

      Fu’ to speak some words of comfo’t

      To each othah in distress.

      An’ we chooses fu’ ouah subjic’

      Dis—we’ll ‘splain it by an’ by;

      “An’ de Lawd said, ‘Moses, Moses,’

      An’ de man said, ‘Hyeah am I.’”

      Now ole Pher’oh, down in Egypt,

      Was de wuss man evah bo’n,

      An’ he had de Hebrew chillun

      Down dah wukin’ in his co’n;

      ‘T well de Lawd got tiahed o’ his foolin’,

      An’ sez he: “I’ ll let him know—

      Look hyeah, Moses, go tell Pher’oh

      –

      Fu’ to let dem chillun go.”

      “An’ ef he refuse to do it,

      I will make him rue de houah,

      Fu’ I’ll empty down on Egypt

      All de vials of my powah.”

      Yes, he did—an’ Pher’oh’s ahmy

      Wasn’t wuth a ha’f a dime;

      Fu’ de Lawd will he’p his chillun,

      You kin trust him evah time.

      An’ yo’ enemies may ‘sail you

      In de back an’ in de front;

      But de Lawd is all aroun’ you,

      Fu’ to ba’ de battle’s brunt.

      Dey kin fo’ge yo’ chains an’ shackles

      F’om de mountains to de sea;

      But de Lawd will sen’ some Moses

      Fu’ to set his chillun free.

      An’ de lan’ shall hyeah his thundah,

      Lak a blas’ f’om Gab’el’s ho’n,

      Fu’ de Lawd of hosts is mighty

      When he girds his ahmor on.

      But fu’ feah some one mistakes me,

      I will pause right hyeah to say,

      Dat I ‘m still a-preachin’ ancient,

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