Poet of Our Race
[Dedicated to the memory of Paul Laurence Dunbar.]
Oh, Poet of our Race, We reverence thy name As thy hist'ry we retrace, Which enfolds thy widespread fame.
We loved thee, yea, too well, But He dids't love thee more And called thee up with Him to dwell On that Celestial shore.
Thy sorrows here on earth, Yea, more than thou coulds't bear, Burdened thee from birth E'en in their visions fair.
And thou, adored of men, Whose bed might been of flowers, With mighty stroke of pen Expressed thy sad, sad hours.