Classic Poem

I

Three score years and ten he went
Singing along his way — content,
With never a thought or wish to roam:
" Heah's my people, en heah's my home!
Heah's de house whar de ole man bo'n —
De cotton blooms, en de fiel's er co'n;
But all but him en de house is gone!
Done crossed over de Jordan tide
En reached de home on de yuther side. "
Never a thought or wish to roam:
" Heah's my people, en heah's my home! "

II

He died to-day in the old home place;
And the light that fell on his dying face
Was bright as the light of that city of white
Where never is weeping, and never night.
And the old, firm friends there, at his side,
Marvelled much as the old man died
To see the dark brows glorified!
An' he said as the light in his sight grew dim:
" I trusts de Lawd, en I friends wid Him! "
Never a thought or wish to roam:
But he found his people, and reached his home!