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Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Confessional

Search thou my heart;
If there be guile,
It shall depart
Before thy smile.
 
Search thou my soul;
Be there deceit,
'T will vanish whole
Before thee, sweet.
 
Upon my mind
Turn thy pure lens;
Naught shalt thou find
Thou canst not cleanse.
 
If I should pray,
I scarcely know
In just what way
My prayers would go.
 
So strong in me
I feel love’s leaven,
I 'd bow to thee
As soon as Heaven!

#Americans #Blacks #XIXCentury

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Wen de snow 's a—fallin’ An’ de win’ is col’. Mammy 'mence a—callin’, Den she 'mence to scol’, 'Lucius Lishy Brackett,
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A YOUTH went faring up and down… Alack and well—a—day. He fared him to the market town, Alack and well—a—day. And there he met a maiden fair,
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