(Lullaby) Shet yo’ eyes, ma little pickaninn… Mammy’s watchin’ by you all de w’i… Daddy is a-wukin’ down in de cott’… Wukin’ fu’ his little honey child.

The hand of Fate cannot be stayed… The course of Fate cannot be stee… By all the gods that man has made, Nor all the devils he has feared, Not by the prayers that might be p…

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…

Around the council-board of Hell,… The Three Great Scourges of huma… Gaunt Famine, with hollow cheek a… ‘O, Prince, I have stalked the ea… And my victims by ten thousands I…

I knew not who had wrought with sk… What I beheld; nor by what laws o… He had created life and love and h… On canvas, from mere color, curve… Silent I stood and made no move o…

When buffeted and beaten by life’s… When by the bitter cares of life o… I want no surer haven than your ar… I want no sweeter heaven than your… When over my life’s way there fall…

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,

Skin as black an’ jes as sof’ as a… Teeth as white as ivory '€”well de… Eyes dat’s jes as big an’ bright a… An’ dat hol’ some sort o’ light lu… Hair don’t hang 'way down her back…

W’en de banjos wuz a-ringin’, An’ de darkies wuz a-singin’, Oh, wuzen dem de good times sho! All de ole folks would be chattin’… An’ de pickaninnies pattin’,

O mighty, powerful, dark-dispellin… Now thou art risen, and thy day be… How shrink the shrouding mists bef… As up thou spring’st to thy diurna… How darkness chases darkness to th…

Lift ev’ry voice and sing, Till earth and heaven ring, Ring with the harmonies of Libert… Let our rejoicing rise High as the list’ning skies,

I hear the stars still singing To the beautiful, silent night, As they speed with noiseless wingi… Their ever westward flight. I hear the waves still falling

Her eyes, twin pools of mystic lig… The blend of star-sheen and black… O’er which, to sound their glamour… A man might bend, and vainly gaze. Her eyes, twin pools so dark and d…

O Southland! O Southland! Have you not heard the call, The trumpet blown, the word made k… To the nations, one and all? The watchword, the hope-word,

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