Poems by Paul Laurence Dunbar
A Hymn
... Through mist and cloud I grope, ...
A Prayer
... Have worn my stumbling feet: ...
Then And Now
... THEN He loved her, and through many years, ...
The Veteran
... Ah, would steps were blithe and gay, ...
How Lucy Backslid
... She could 'fo'd to show huh sma'tness, fu' she could n't he'p but know ...
At Night
... But sleepin's good dey ain't no doubt ...
Christmas Carol
... Hath come from heaven's high throne to bless us ...
Communion
... Death may vaunt and Death may boast, ...
Melancholia
... Bloodshot eyes all strained and staring, ...
Diplomacy
... So come then and stroll with me, my dear, ...
The River Of Ruin
... And they dream of no night-brooding cares ...
Differences
... "Why take your books and take your prayers, ...
Alexander Crummell--Dead
... Dared where the hills by the lightning of heaven were riven ...
Noon
... Ain't hit time we 's hyeahin' ...
Not they who soar
... 'Tis they whose backs have felt the rod, ...
