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Down By the Carib Sea

Sunrise in the Tropics

Sol, Sol, mighty lord of the tropic zone,

Here I wait with the trembling stars

To see thee once more take thy throne.

There the patient palm tree watching

Waits to say, "Good morn" to thee,

by James Weldon Johnson

I Hear The Stars Still Singing

I hear the stars still singing

To the beautiful, silent night,

As they speed with noiseless winging

Their ever westward flight.

I hear the waves still falling

On the stretch of lonely shore,

But the sound of a sweet voice calling

I shall hear, alas! no more.

by James Weldon Johnson

Girl of Fifteen

Girl of fifteen,

I see you each morning from my window

As you pass on your way to school.

I do more than see, I watch you.

I furtively draw the curtain aside.

And my heart leaps through my eyes

And follows you down the street;

Leaving me behind, half-hid

by James Weldon Johnson

Nobody's Lookin' But De Owl An' De Moon

(A Negro Serenade)

De river is a-glistenin' in de moonlight,

De owl is set'n high up in de tree;

De little stars am twinklin' wid a sof' light,

De night seems only jes fu' you an' me.

Thoo de trees de breezes am a-sighin',

Breathin' out a sort o' lover's croon,

Der's nobody lookin' or a-spyin',

by James Weldon Johnson

De Little Pickaninny's Gone to Sleep

Cuddle down, ma honey, in yo' bed,

Go to sleep an' res' yo' little head,

Been a-kind o' ailin' all de day?

Didn't have no sperit fu' to play?

Never min'; to-morrer, w'en you wek,

Daddy's gwine to ride you on his bek,

'Roun' an' roun' de cabin flo' so fas'—

Der! He's closed his little eyes at las'.

by James Weldon Johnson

You's Sweet to Yo' Mammy de Same

(Lullaby)

Shet yo' eyes, ma little pickaninny, go to sleep

Mammy's watchin' by you all de w'ile;

Daddy is a-wukin' down in de cott'n fiel',

Wukin' fu' his little honey child.

An' yo' mammy's heart is jes a-brimmin' full o' lub

Fu' you f'om yo' head down to yo' feet;

Oh, no mattah w'at some othah folks may t'ink o' you,

by James Weldon Johnson

Brer Rabbit You's de Cutes' of 'Em All

Once der was a meetin' in de wilderness,

All de critters of creation dey was dar;

Brer Rabbit, Brer 'Possum, Brer Wolf, Brer Fox,

King Lion, Mister Terrapin, Mister B'ar.

De question fu' discussion was, "Who is de bigges' man?"

Dey 'pinted ole Jedge Owl to decide;

He polished up his spectacles an' put 'em on his nose,

An' to the question slowly he replied:

by James Weldon Johnson

July In Georgy

I'm back down in ole Georgy w'ere de sun is shinin' hot,

W'ere de cawn it is a-tasslin', gittin' ready fu' de pot;

W'ere de cott'n is a-openin' an' a-w'itenin' in de sun,

An' de ripenin' o' de sugah-cane is mighty nigh begun.

An' de locus' is a-singin' f'om eveh bush an' tree,

An' you kin heah de hummin' o' de noisy bumblebee;

An' de mule he stan's a-dreamin' an' a-dreamin' in de lot,

An' de sun it is a-shinin' mighty hot, hot, hot.

by James Weldon Johnson

Fragment

The hand of Fate cannot be stayed,

The course of Fate cannot be steered,

By all the gods that man has made,

Nor all the devils he has feared,

Not by the prayers that might be prayed

In all the temples he has reared.

See! In your very midst there dwell

Ten thousand thousand blacks, a wedge

by James Weldon Johnson

A Plantation Bacchanal

W'en ole Mister Sun gits tiah'd a-hangin'

High up in de sky;

W'en der ain't no thunder and light'nin' a-bangin',

An' de crap's done all laid by;

W'en yo' bones ain't achin' wid de rheumatics,

Den yo' ride de mule to town,

Git a great big jug o' de ole corn juice,

An' w'en you drink her down—

by James Weldon Johnson

Life

Out of the infinite sea of eternity

To climb, and for an instant stand

Upon an island speck of time.

From the impassible peace of the darkness

To wake, and blink at the garish light

Through one short hour of fretfulness.

by James Weldon Johnson

Father, Father Abraham

(On the Anniversary of Lincoln's Birth)

Father, Father Abraham,

Today look on us from above;

On us, the offspring of thy faith,

The children of thy Christ-like love.

For that which we have humbly wrought,

Give us today thy kindly smile;

Wherein we've failed or fallen short,

by James Weldon Johnson