Category: United States
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“I had no time to hate, because” by Emily Dickinson
I HAD no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
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“The Gift to Sing” by James Weldon Johnson (1871 – 1938)
Sometimes the mist overhangs my path, And blackening clouds about me cling; But, oh, I have a magic way To turn the gloom to cheerful day— I softly sing…
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“After the Winter” by Claude McKay (1889–1948)
Some day, when trees have shed their leaves And against the morning’s white The shivering birds beneath the eaves Have sheltered for the night…,
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“Summer Holiday” by Robinson Jeffers (1887 – 1962)
When the sun shouts and people abound One thinks there were the ages of stone and the age of bronze
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“A Noiseless Patient Spider” by Walt Whitman
A noiseless patient spider, I marked where on a promontory it stood isolated, Marked how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launched forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself, Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. And you O my soul where you stand, Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly musing, venturing,…
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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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“A Poem for Children with Thoughts on Death” by Jupiter Hammon
I O Ye young and thoughtless youth, Come seek the living God, The scriptures are a sacred truth, Ye must believe the word. Eccl. xii. 1. II Tis God alone can make you wise, His wisdom’s from above,…
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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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