Category: African-American
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“Dead Fires” by Jessie Redmon Fauset (1882 – 1961)
The long-drawn dreary day, the night’s white wake, Better the choking sigh, the sobbing breath Than passion’s death!
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“Oriflamme” by Jessie Redmon Fauset (1882 – 1961)
Symbolic mother, we thy myriad sons, Pounding our stubborn hearts on Freedom’s bars, Clutching our birthright, fight with faces set, Still visioning the stars!
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“The Don’t-Care Negro” by Joseph Seamon Cotter, Sr. (1861 – 1949)
“…Neber min’ man’s why an’ wharfo’ So de world is big an’ roun’. Neber min’ whar next you’s gwine to So you’s six foot under groun’…”
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“Atlanta Exposition Ode” by Mary Weston Fordham (1862? – 1905)
“…’Cast down your bucket,’ let it be As water flows both full and free..!”
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“A January Dandelion” by George Marion McClellan (1860 – 1934)
“…O! thoughtless Dandelion, to be misled By a few warm days to leave thy natural bed, Was folly growth and blooming over soon…”
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“Aunt Chloe’s Lullaby” by Daniel Webster Davis (1862 – 1913)
“…Mammy’s baby, black an’ sweet, Jes’ like candy dat you eat, Mammy lay yo’ in dis bed, While she mek de whi’ folk’s bread…”
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“A September Night” by George Marion McClellan (1860 – 1934)
“…Stir in the moonlight haze and joyous shouts Of Negro song and mirth awake hard by The cabin dance. O, glorious is this night…”
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“I Can Trust” by Daniel Webster Davis (1862 – 1913)
“I Can Trust” BY DANIEL WEBSTER DAVIS I can not see why trials come, And sorrows follow thick and fast; I can not fathom His designs, Nor why my pleasures can not last, Nor why my hopes so soon are dust, But, I can trust. When darkest clouds my sky o’er hang, And sadness seems…
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“Verses to My Heart’s-Sister” by Henrietta Cordelia Ray (1849 – 1916)
Verses To My Heart’s-Sister By HENRIETTA CORDELIA RAY We’ve traveled long together, O sister of my heart, Since first as little children All buoyant, we did start Upon Life’s checkered pathway, Nor dreamed of aught save joy; But ah! To-day can tell us Naught is without alloy. Rememb’rest thou the gambols Of those sweet, early…
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“Frederick Douglass” by Joseph Seamon Cotter, Sr. (1861 – 1949)
“…Howe’er this be, just fame has set Her jewels in thy coronet So firmly that the ages To come will ever honor thee And place thy name in company With patriots and sages…”
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