W’en de leaves begin to fall, An’ de fros’ is on de ground, An’ de 'simmons is a-ripenin’ on d… W’en I heah de dinner call, An’ de chillen gadder 'round,

I dreamed that I was a rose That grew beside a lonely way, Close by a path none ever chose, And there I lingered day by day. Beneath the sunshine and the show’…

Have you been sore discouraged in… And even sometimes weighted by the… That those with whom and those for… Lagged far behind, or dared but fa… And that the opposing forces in th…

Once der was a meetin’ in de wilde… All de critters of creation dey wa… Brer Rabbit, Brer 'Possum, Brer… King Lion, Mister Terrapin, Mist… De question fu’ discussion was, '…

O whitened head entwined in turban… O kind black face, O crude, but t… O foster-mother in whose arms ther… The race whose sons are masters of… It was thine arms that sheltered i…

Eternities before the first-born d… Or ere the first sun fledged his w… Calm Night, the everlasting and t… A brooding mother over chaos lay. And whirling suns shall blaze and…

’Twas at early morning, The dawn was blushing in her purpl… When in a sweet, embowered garden She, the fairest of the goddesses, The lovely Venus,

Mother, shed no mournful tears, But gird me on my sword; And give no utterance to thy fears… But bless me with thy word. The lines are drawn! The fight is…

Are you bowed down in heart? Do you but hear the clashing disco… Then come away, come to the peacef… Here bathe your soul in silence.… From out the palpitating solitude

O brothers mine, to-day we stand Where half a century sweeps our ke… Since God, through Lincoln’s read… Struck off our bonds and made us m… Just fifty years - a winter’s day…

For fifty years, Cruel, insatiable Old World. You have punched me over the heart Till you made me cough blood. The few paltry things I gathered

(On an Incident at the Battle of… Under a burning tropic sun, With comrades around him lying, A trooper of the sable Tenth Lay wounded, bleeding, dying.

Young man— Young man— Your arm’s too short to box with… But Jesus spake in a parable, and… A certain man had two sons.

Old Devil, when you come with hor… With diabolic grin and crafty leer… I say, such bogey-man devices whol… To waken in my heart a single fear… But when you wear a form I know s…

Three students once tarried over t… And into Frau Wirthin’s turned to… ‘Say, hostess, have you good beer… And where is that pretty daughter… ‘My beer and wine is fresh and cle…