Classic Poem

To Paul Laurence Dunbar.

For oh, his song was so sad to hear!
He sang of the millions who live in fear;
Of those who in anguish and patient pain,
Struggle for freedom but struggle in vain.

For oh, his song was so sweet to hear;
It fell like balm on the listening ear;
It told of bright skies, fragrant flowers, green trees,
And of God the Almighty — Creator of these.

For oh, his song was so blithe and gay,
" I will not hold my just anger alway;
Tremble ye wicked ones! " Assurance blest,
And hope brought the song to these children oppressed.

For oh, his song was sublime, sublime!
A glorious burst of music divine;
" He whose endurance shall last to the end,
On him shall heaven's choicest blessings descend. "

So ever he sang as he journeyed along,
Cheering the faint heart, rebuking the wrong,
Preaching to all the sweet gospel of love;
Teaching of Jesus who reigneth above.

But the singer grew weary and sank down to rest,
Where he sleeps for a space, folded close to the breast
Of old Mother Earth, the song stilled for a day,
But our hearts to its music will vibrate alway.