Diana Cecyll , that rare beauty thou dost show
Is not of Milk, or Snow,
Or such as pale and whitely things do ow.
But an illustrious Oriental Bright,
Like to the Diamonds refracted light,
Or early Morning breaking from the Night.

Nor is thy hair and eyes made of that ruddy beam,
Or golden-sanded stream,

Dey was hard times jes fo' Christmas round our neighborhood one year;
So we held a secret meetin', whah de white folks couldn't hear,
To 'scuss de situation, an' to see what could be done
Towa'd a fust-class Christmas dinneh an' a little Christmas fun.

Rufus Green, who called de meetin', ris an' said: “In dis here town,
An' throughout de land, de white folks is a'tryin' to keep us down.”
S' 'e: “Dey bought us, sold us, beat us; now dey 'buse us 'ca'se we's free;
But when dey tetch my stomach, dey's done gone too fur foh me!

(What the Man of Faith Said)

The dew, the rain and moonlight
All prove our Father's mind.
The dew, the rain and moonlight
Descend to bless mankind.

Come, let us see that all men
Have land to catch the rain,
Have grass to snare the spheres of dew,
And fields spread for the grain.

Yea, we would give to each poor man
Ripe wheat and poppies red,—.
A peaceful place at evening
With the stars just overhead:

A net to snare the moonlight,
A sod spread to the sun,
A place of toil by daytime,
Of dreams when toil is done.

1

The dew it trembles on the thorn
Then vanishes so love is born
Young love that speaks in silent thought
'Till scorned, then withers and is nought

2

The pleasure of a single hour
The blooming of a single flower
The glitter of the morning dew
Such is young love when it is new

3

The twitter of the wild birds wing
The murmur of the bees
Lays of hay crickets when they sing
Or other things more frail than these

4

Such is young love when silence speaks
Till weary with the joy it seeks

The devilish and the dark, the dying and diseas'd,
The countless (nineteen-twentieths) low and evil, crude and savage,
The crazed, prisoners in jail, the horrible, rank, malignant,
Venom and filth, serpents, the ravenous sharks, liars, the dissolute;
(What is the part the wicked and the loathesome bear within earth's orbic scheme?)
Newts, crawling things in slime and mud, poisons,
The barren soil, the evil men, the slag and hideous rot.

The Devil was more generous than Adam,
That never laid the fault upon his madam:
But like a gallant and heroic elf
Took freely all the crime upon himself.

Desponding Phyllis was endu'd
With ev'ry Talent of a Prude,
She trembled when a Man drew near;
Salute her, and she turn'd her Ear:
If o'er against her you were plac'd
She durst not look above your Waist;
She'd rather take you to her Bed
Than let you see her dress her Head;
In Church you heard her through the Crowd
Repeat the Absolution loud;
In Church, secure behind her Fan
She durst behold that Monster, Man:
There practic'd how to place her Head,
And bit her Lips to make them red:

Or on the Mat devoutly kneeling

A deserted mountain, streams and stones,
but no one living here.
The pavilion of those years has long since
turned to dust.
The writings of this famous man
touched on the movement of the universe:
men of the district who visit here now
must feel ashamed.
Cold forests, vague beyond the wild mists;
a frost-covered path, twisting and turning
along the ancient stream...
The scene may have changed, but customs remain the same:
I see the peasants of Ch'u-chou, coming and going
with their water-jars.

Deserted city, residence of Ch'en emperors,
age-old palace where southern sovereigns lived.
No garden rocks now fill the winding pool,
but stumps of ancient trees do still remain.
The audience chamber, now a Buddhist shrine:
barefoot monks glide to the gong and bell.
Nor do we know a thousand years from now
what further changes will have taken place.

Dere's no hidin' place down dere,
Dere's no hidin' place down dere,
Oh I went to de rock to hide my face,
De rock cried out, " No hidin' place, "
Dere's no hidin' place down dere.

Oh de rock cried, " I'm burnin' too, "
Oh de rock cried, " I'm burnin' too, "
Oh de rock cried out I'm burnin' too,
I want a go to hebben as well as you,
Dere's no hidin' place down dere.

Oh de sinner man he gambled an' fell,
Oh de sinner man he gambled, an' fell,
Oh de sinner man gambled, he gambled an' fell;