Category: Celebration
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“Morning Song of Love” by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Darling, my darling, my heart is on the wing, It flies to thee this morning like a bird, Like happy birds in springtime my spirits soar and sing, The same sweet song thine ears have often heard. The sun is in my window, the shadow on the lea, The wind is moving in the branches…
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“Trees” by Alfred Joyce Kilner
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair;…
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“A Negro Love Song” by Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872 – 1906)
Seen my lady home las’ night, Jump back, honey, jump back. Hel’ huh han’ an’ sque’z it tight, Jump back, honey, jump back. Hyeahd huh sigh a little sigh, Seen a light gleam f’om huh eye, An’ a smile go flittin’ by — Jump back, honey, jump back. Hyeahd de win’ blow thoo de pine,…
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“An Evening Thought: Salvation by Christ, with Penetential Cries” by Jupiter Hammon
Salvation comes by Jesus Christ alone, The only Son of God; Redemption now to every one, That love his holy Word. Dear Jesus we would fly to Thee, And leave off every Sin, Thy Tender Mercy well agree; Salvation from our King.
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“A Dialogue, intitled, The Kind Master And The Dutiful Servant” by Jupiter Hammon
Master. Come my servant, follow me, According to thy place; And surely God will be with thee, And send the heav’nly grace. Servant. Dear Master, I will follow thee, According to thy word, And pray that God may be with me, And save thee in the Lord. Master. My Servant, lovely is the Lord, And…
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“Thank God For Little Children” by Frances E. W. Harper
Thank God for little children, Bright flowers by earth’s wayside, The dancing, joyous lifeboats Upon life’s stormy tide. Thank God for little children; When our skies are cold and gray, They come as sunshine to our hearts,
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“An Address to Miss Phillis Wheatley” by Jupiter Hammon
I. O come you pious youth! adore The wisdom of thy God, In bringing thee from distant shore, To learn His holy word. Eccles. xii. II. Though mightst been left behind Amidst a dark abode; God’s tender mercy still combined, Thou hast the holy word. Psal. cxxv. 2, 3.
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“To S. M. A Young African Painter, On Seeing His Works” by Phillis Wheatley
TO show the lab’ring bosom’s deep intent, And thought in living characters to paint, When first thy pencil did those beauties give, And breathing figures learnt from thee to live, How did those prospects give my soul delight, A new creation rushing on my sight? Still, wond’rous youth! each noble path pursue, On deathless glories…
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