’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,

(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.

(On the Anniversary of Lincoln’s… Father, Father Abraham, Today look on us from above; On us, the offspring of thy faith, The children of thy Christ-like l…

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’,

See! There he stands; not brave,… Of sullen stupor. Mark him well!… Not more like brute than man? Loo… No light is there; none, save the… In the now glaring, and now shifti…

When morning shows her first faint… I think of the tender blush That crept so gently to your cheek When first my love I dared to spe… How, in your glance, a dawning ray

Look heah! 'Splain to me de reaso… Why you said to Squire Lee, Der wuz twelve ole chicken thieves In dis heah town, includin’ me. Ef he tole you dat, my brudder,

I love to sit alone, and dream, And dream, and dream; In fancy’s boat to softly glide Along some stream Where fairy palaces of gold

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

(A Warning) ‘Simmons ripenin’ in de fall, You better run, Brudder 'Possum, run! Mockin’ bird commence to call,

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…

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…

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…

(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.