A CORN SONG
ON the wide veranda white, In the purple failing light, Sits the master while the sun is lowly burning;
Lyrics of sunshine and shadow / by Paul Laurence Dunbar [electronic text]
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- Lyrics of sunshine and shadow / by Paul Laurence Dunbar [electronic text]
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- Dunbar, Paul Laurence, 1872-1906.
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- New York: Dodd, Mead & Company
- 1905
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"Lyrics of sunshine and shadow / by Paul Laurence Dunbar [electronic text]." In the digital collection American Verse Project. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/BAC5672.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed April 25, 2025.
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Page 17
And his dreamy thoughts are drowned In the softly flowing sound Of the corn-songs of the field hands slow returning.
Oh, we hoe de co'n Since de ehly mo'n; Now de sinkin' sun Says de day is done.
O'er the fields with heavy tread, Light of heart and high of head, Though the halting steps be labored, slow, and weary; Still the spirits brave and strong Find a comforter in song, And their corn-song rises ever loud and cheery.
Oh, we hoe de co'n Since de ehly mo'n; Now de sinkin' sun Says de day is done.
Page 18
To the master in his seat, Comes the burden, full and sweet, Of the mellow minor music growing clearer, As the toilers raise the hymn, Thro' the silence dusk and dim, To the cabin's restful shelter drawing nearer.
Oh, we hoe de co'n Since de ehly mo'n; Now de sinkin' sun Says de day is done.
And a tear is in the eye Of the master sitting by, As he listens to the echoes low-replying To the music's fading calls As it faints away and falls Into silence, deep within the cabin dying.
Oh, we hoe de co'n Since de ehly mo'n; Now de sinkin' sun Says de day is done.