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# The Children of the Night (1921)/Walt Whitman

WALT WHITMAN
The master-songs are ended, and the man That sang them is a name. And so is God A name; and so is love, and life, and death, And everything. But we, who are too blind To read what we have written, or what faith Has written for us, do not understand: We only blink, and wonder.
Last night it was the song that was the man, But now it is the man that is the song. We do not hear him very much to-day: His piercing and eternal cadence rings Too pure for us—too powerfully pure, Too lovingly triumphant, and too large; But there are some that hear him, and they know That he shall sing to-morrow for all men, And that all time shall listen.
The master-songs are ended? Rather say No songs are ended that are ever sung, And that no names are dead names. When we write Men's letters on proud marble or on sand, We write them there forever.
# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Growin' Gray

GROWIN' GRAY
Hello, ole man, you 're a-gittin' gray, An' it beats ole Ned to see the way 'At the crow's feet's a-getherin' aroun' yore eyes; Tho' it ought n't to cause me no su'prise, Fur there 's many a sun 'at you 've seen rise An' many a one you 've seen go down Sence yore step was light an' yore hair was brown, An' storms an' snows have had their way— Hello, ole man, you 're a-gittin' gray.
Hello, ole man, you 're a-gittin' gray, An' the youthful pranks 'at you used to play Are dreams of a far past long ago That lie in a heart where the fires burn low— That has lost the flame though it kept the glow, An' spite of drivin' snow an' storm, Beats bravely on forever warm. December holds the place of May— Hello, ole man, you 're a-gittin' gray.
Hello, ole man, you 're a-gittin' gray— Who cares what the carpin' youngsters say? For, after all, when the tale is told, Love proves if a man is young or old! Old age can't make the heart grow cold When it does the will of an honest mind; When it beats with love fur all mankind; Then the night but leads to a fairer day— Hello, ole man, you 're a-gittin' gray!
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Frederick Douglass

FREDERICK DOUGLASS
A hush is over all the teeming lists, And there is pause, a breath-space in the strife; A spirit brave has passed beyond the mists And vapors that obscure the sun of life. And Ethiopia, with bosom torn, Laments the passing of her noblest born.
She weeps for him a mother's burning tears— She loved him with a mother's deepest love. He was her champion thro' direful years, And held her weal all other ends above, When Bondage held her bleeding in the dust, He raised her up and whispered, "Hope and Trust."
For her his voice, a fearless clarion, rung That broke in warning on the ears of men; For her the strong bow of his power he strung, And sent his arrows to the very den Where grim Oppression held his bloody place And gloated o'er the mis'ries of a race.
And he was no soft-tongued apologist; He spoke straightforward, fearlessly uncowed; The sunlight of his truth dispelled the mist, And set in bold relief each dark hued cloud; To sin and crime he gave their proper hue, And hurled at evil what was evil's due.
Through good and ill report he cleaved his way Right onward, with his face set toward the heights, Nor feared to face the foeman's dread array,— The lash of scorn, the sting of petty spites, ​ He dared the lightning in the lightning's track, And answered thunder with his thunder back.
When men maligned him, and their torrent wrath In furious imprecations o'er him broke, He kept his counsel as he kept his path; 'T was for his race, not for himself he spoke. He knew the import of his Master's call, And felt himself too mighty to be small.
No miser in the good he held was he,— His kindness followed his horizon's rim. His heart, his talents, and his hands were free To all who truly needed aught of him. Where poverty and ignorance were rife, He gave his bounty as he gave his life.
The place and cause that first aroused his might Still proved its power until his latest day. In Freedom's lists and for the aid of Right Still in the foremost rank he waged the fray; Wrong lived; his occupation was not gone. He died in action with his armor on!
We weep for him, but we have touched his hand, And felt the magic of his presence nigh, The current that he sent throughout the land, The kindling spirit of his battle-cry. O'er all that holds us we shall triumph yet, And place our banner where his hopes were set!
Oh, Douglass, thou hast passed beyond the shore, But still thy voice is ringing o'er the gale! Thou'st taught thy race how high her hopes may soar, And bade her seek the heights, nor faint, nor fail. She will not fail, she heeds thy stirring cry, She knows thy guardian spirit will be nigh, And, rising from beneath the chast'ning rod, She stretches out her bleeding hands to God!
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/From the Porch at Runnymede

FROM THE PORCH AT RUNNYMEDE
I stand above the city's rush and din,  And gaze far down with calm and undimmed eyes, To where the misty smoke wreath grey and dim  Above the myriad roofs and spires rise;
Still is my heart and vacant is my breath—  This lovely view is breath and life to me, Why I could charm the icy soul of death  With such a sight as this I stand and see.
I hear no sound of labor's din or stir,  I feel no weight of worldly cares or fears, Sweet song of birds, of wings the soothing whirr,  These sounds alone assail my listening ears.
Unwhipt of conscience here I stand alone,  The breezes humbly kiss my garment's hem; I am a king—the whole world is my throne,  The blue grey sky my royal diadem.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Good-Night

GOOD-NIGHT
The lark is silent in his nest,  The breeze is sighing in its flight, Sleep, Love, and peaceful be thy rest.  Good-night, my love, good-night, good-night.
Sweet dreams attend thee in thy sleep,  To soothe thy rest till morning's light, And angels round thee vigil keep.  Good-night, my love, good-night, good-night.
Sleep well, my love, on night's dark breast,  And ease thy soul with slumber bright; Be joy but thine and I am blest.  Good-night, my love, good-night, good-night.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Harriet Beecher Stowe

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HARRIET BEECHER STOWE
She told the story, and the whole world wept  At wrongs and cruelties it had not known  But for this fearless woman's voice alone.  She spoke to consciences that long had slept: Her message, Freedom's clear reveille, swept  From heedless hovel to complacent throne.  Command and prophecy were in the tone  And from its sheath the sword of justice leapt. Around two peoples swelled a fiery wave,  But both came forth transfigured from the flame. Blest be the hand that dared be strong to save,  And blest be she who in our weakness came—  Prophet and priestess! At one stroke she gave  A race to freedom and herself to fame.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Fishing

FISHING
Wen I git up in de mo'nin' an' de clouds is big an' black, Dey's a kin' o' wa'nin' shivah goes a-scootin' down my back; Den I says to my ol' ooman ez I watches down de lane, "Don't you so't o' reckon, Lizy, dat we gwine to have some rain?"
"Go on, man," my Lizy answah, "you cain't fool me, not a bit, I don't see no rain a-comin', ef you's wishin' fu' it, quit; Case de mo' you t'ink erbout it, an de mo' you pray an' wish, W'y de rain stay 'way de longah, spechul ef you wants to fish."
But I see huh pat de skillet, an' I see huh cas' huh eye Wid a kin' o' anxious motion to'ds de da'kness in de sky; An' I knows whut she 's a-t'inkin', dough she tries so ha'd to hide. She 's a-sayin', "Would n't catfish now tas'e monst'ous bully, fried?"
Den de clouds git black an' blackah, an' de thundah 'mence to roll, An' de rain, it 'mence a-fallin'. Oh, I's happy, bless my soul! Ez I look at dat ol' skillet, an' I 'magine I kin see Jes' a slew o' new-ketched catfish sizzlin' daih fu' huh an' me.
'T ain't no use to go a-ploughin', fu' de groun' 'll be too wet, So I puts out fu' de big house at a moughty pace, you bet, An' ol' mastah say, "Well, Lishy, ef you t'ink hit 's gwine to rain, Go on fishin', hit 's de weathah, an' I 'low we cain't complain."
Talk erbout a dahky walkin' wid his haid up in de aih! Have to feel mine evah minute to be sho' I got it daih; En' de win' is cuttin' capahs an' a-lashin' thoo de trees, But de rain keeps on a-singin' blessed songs, lak "Tek yo' ease."
Wid my pole erpon my shouldah an' my wo'm can in my han', I kin feel de fish a-waitin' w'en I strikes de rivah's san'; Nevah min', you ho'ny scoun'els, need n' swim erroun' an' grin, I 'll be grinnin' in a minute w'en I 'mence to haul you in.
W'en de fish begin to nibble, an' de co'k begin to jump, I 's erfeahed dat dey 'll quit bitin', case dey hyeah my hea't go "thump," 'Twell de co'k go way down undah, an' I raise a awful shout, Ez a big ol' yallah belly comes a gallivantin' out.
Need n't wriggle, Mistah Catfish, case I got you jes' de same, You been eatin', I 'll be eatin', an' we needah ain't to blame. But you need n't feel so lonesome fu' I 's th'owin' out to see Ef dey ain't some of yo' comrades fu' to keep you company.
Spo't, dis fishin'! now you talkin', w'y dey ain't no kin' to beat; I don' keer ef I is soakin', laigs, an' back, an' naik, an' feet, It 's de spo't I 's lookin' aftah. Hit 's de pleasure an' de fun, Dough I knows dat Lizy 's waitin' wid de skillet w'en I's done.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/For The Man Who Fails

FOR THE MAN WHO FAILS
The world is a snob, and the man who wins  Is the chap for its money's worth: And the lust for success causes half of the sins  That are cursing this brave old earth. For it 's fine to go up, and the world's applause  Is sweet to the mortal ear; But the man who fails in a noble cause  Is a hero that 's no less dear.
'T is true enough that the laurel crown  Twines but for the victor's brow; For many a hero has lain him down  With naught but the cypress bough. There are gallant men in the losing fight,  And as gallant deeds are done As ever graced the captured height  Or the battle grandly won.
We sit at life's board with our nerves highstrung,  And we play for the stake of Fame, And our odes are sung and our banners hung  For the man who wins the game. But I have a song of another kind  Than breathes in these fame-wrought gales,— An ode to the noble heart and mind  Of the gallant man who fails!
The man who is strong to fight his fight,  And whose will no front can daunt, If the truth be truth and the right be right,  Is the man that the ages want. Tho' he fail and die in grim defeat,  Yet he has not fled the strife, And the house of Earth will seem more sweet  For the perfume of his life.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Farewell to Arcady

FAREWELL TO ARCADY
With sombre mien, the Evening gray Comes nagging at the heels of Day, And driven faster and still faster Before the dusky-mantled Master, The light fades from her fearful eyes, She hastens, stumbles, falls, and dies.
Beside me Amaryllis weeps; The swelling tears obscure the deeps Of her dark eyes, as, mistily, The rushing rain conceals the sea. Here, lay my tuneless reed away,— I have no heart to tempt a lay.
I scent the perfume of the rose Which by my crystal fountain grows. In this sad time, are roses blowing? And thou, my fountain, art thou flowing,
While I who watched thy waters spring Am all too sad to smile or sing? Nay, give me back my pipe again, It yet shall breathe this single strain:  Farewell to Arcady!
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Forever

FOREVER
I had not known before  Forever was so long a word. The slow stroke of the clock of time  I had not heard.
'Tis hard to learn so late;  It seems no sad heart really learns, But hopes and trusts and doubts and fears,  And bleeds and burns.
The night is not all dark,  Nor is the day all it seems, But each may bring me this relief—  My dreams and dreams.
I had not known before  That Never was so sad a word, So wrap me in forgetfulness—  I have not heard.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/Foolin' Wid De Seasons

FOOLIN' WID DE SEASONS
Seems lak folks is mighty curus  In de way dey t'inks an' ac's. Dey jes' spen's dey days a-mixin'  Up de t'ings in almanacs. Now, I min' my nex' do' neighbour,—  He's a mighty likely man, But he nevah t'inks o' nuffin  'Ceptin' jes' to plot an' plan.
All de wintah he was plannin'  How he 'd gethah sassafras Jes' ez soon ez evah Springtime  Put some greenness in de grass. An' he 'lowed a little soonah  He could stan' a coolah breeze So 's to mek a little money  F'om de sugah-watah trees.
In de summah, he 'd be waihin'  Out de linin' of his soul, Try 'n' ca'ci'late an' fashion  How he 'd git his wintah coal; An' I b'lieve he got his jedgement  Jes' so tuckahed out an' thinned Dat he t'ought a robin's whistle  Was de whistle of de wind.
Why won't folks gin up dey plannin',  An' jes' be content to know Dat dey 's gittin' all dat's fu' dem  In de days dat come an' go? Why won't folks quit movin' forrard?  Ain't hit bettah jes' to stan' An' be satisfied wid livin'  In de season dat 's at han'?
Hit 's enough fu' me to listen  W'en de birds is singin' 'roun', 'Dout a-guessin' whut 'll happen  W'en de snow is on de groun'. In de Springtime an' de summah,  I lays sorrer on de she'f; An' I knows ol' Mistah Wintah  Gwine to hustle fu' hisse'f.
We been put hyeah fu' a pu'pose,  But de questun dat has riz An' made lots o' people diffah  Is jes' whut dat pu'pose is. Now, accordin' to my reas'nin',  Hyeah's de p'int whaih I 's arriv, Sence de Lawd put life into us,  We was put hyeah fu' to live!
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# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Alden, John

​ALDEN, John, Pilgrim, was born in England in 1599. He was a cooper and when the Mayflower put in to Southampton, in a leaky condition, he was hired to make repairs and persuaded to join the Pilgrims, with the privilege of returning to England with the vessel. Before making a landing at Plymouth he signed the contract in the cabin of the Mayflower off Cape Cod. He was the youngest of the signers and the last survivor. He became an active member of the colony, was an assistant in 1633, and served from 1650 to 1686. From 1641 to 1642, and from 1645 to 1649 he was deputy from Duxbury. He was a soldier in Captain Miles Standish's company in 1643; a member of the council of war in 1653 to 1660, and 1675 to 1676, and treasurer of the colony from 1656 to 1659. The romantic incident of his life in connection with Priscilla Mullins, whom he married in 1623, has been told by Longfellow in "Miles Standish's Courtship." His blundering attempts to woo the Pilgrim girl for his friend, the maid's refusal of the doughty captain, and her arch, "Why don't you speak for yourself ​John?" are well known. Many and very worthy descendants have sprung from this marriage. Mr. Alden was highly respected by the colonists for his integrity and his practical good sense. For several years he served as magistrate. He died in Duxbury, Mass., Sept. 12, 1687.
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Alden, Timothy (educator)

​ALDEN, Timothy, educator, was born at Yarmouth, Mass., Aug. 28, 1771. He was graduated at Harvard in 1794, then studied theology, and in 1799 became pastor of a church at Portsmouth, New Hampshire. He afterwards conducted schools in Boston, Newark and Cincinnati, directing his educational skill to teaching young women. In 1817 he founded, and was first president of Allegheny college, Meadville, Pa., continuing at the head of that institution for fourteen years. He wrote "Missions among the Senecas," and prepared a catalogue of the New York historical society's library. He died July 5, 1839.
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Alderman, Edwin Anderson

​ALDERMAN, Edwin Anderson, educator, was born in Wilmington, N.C., May 15, 1861; son of James and Susan (Corbett) Alderman; grandson of Patrick and Susan (Wallace) Alderman and ​descended from Scotch and English ancestors, who emigrated in 1774 and settled on Lower Cape Fear, N.C. He was prepared for college at the schools in Wilmington and at Bethel military academy, Virginia, 1876-'78. He was graduated at the University of North Carolina, Ph.B. in 1882. He was superintendent of city schools, Goldsboro, N.C, 1885-'89; conductor of the state teachers' institutes, 1889-'92; professor of history, State normal college, 1892-'93; professor of pedagogy, University of North Carolina, 1893-'96, and president of the university from 1896, as successor to Kemp P. Battle, resigned. He was elected a member of the American historical association in 1892; of the Maryland historical society in 1893; and of the National educational association in 1894. He became president of Tulane university, New Orleans, in 1900; received the degree of LL.D. from it in 1898, and from Johns Hopkins in 1902, D.C.L. from the University of the South in 1896. He is the author of "Life of William Hooper, Signer of the Declaration of Independence" (1894); "Short History of North Carolina" (1896).
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Alderson, Victor Clifton

​ALDERSON, Victor Clifton, educator, was born at Plymouth, Mass., June 4, 1862; son of Andrew P. and Sarah P. (Sears) Alderson; grandson of David Sears, and a descendant of Elder William Brewster of Plymouth, 1620. He was graduated from Harvard in 1885, and was professor of mathematics at the Armour Institute of technology, Chicago, Ill., 1893-'99, and was made dean of the technical college, Armour Institute of technology, in 1899. He became a fellow of the Geological society of America, a member of the Society of Colonial wars; historian of the Society of Mayflower Descendants, and acting president of Armour Institute of technology in 1900.
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Alden, Joseph

​ALDEN, Joseph, educator, was born in Cairo, N.Y., Jan. 4, 1807. He began to teach school when fourteen years of age, in order to pay his way through college. He was thus enabled to attend Brown university, 1826-'27, and was graduated at Union college in 1829. He studied theology at Princeton, 1829-'31; was tutor at the College of New Jersey, 1831-'33; was ordained to the ministry of the Congregational Church, July 3, 1834; was pastor at Williamstown, Mass., 1834-'36; professor of rhetoric, political economy, and history at Williams college, 1835-'52; of mental and moral philosophy in Lafayette college, 1852-'57; president of Jefferson college, 1857-'62; stated supply, Boiling Spring, N.J., 1863-'65; editor N.Y. Observer, 1866; and principal of the State normal school, Albany, N.Y., 1867-'82. He received the degree of D.D. from Union in 1839, and that of LL.D. from Columbia in 1857. He is the author of "Elements of Intellectual Philosophy"; "Science of Government in Connection with American Institutions"; "Christian Ethics"; "The Science of Duty"; "Studies in Bryant"; and "Thoughts on the Religious Life," with an introduction by William Cullen Bryant, besides over seventy Sunday school library books. He died in New York city, Aug. 30, 1885.
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Alderman, Edward Sinclair

​ALDERMAN, Edward Sinclair, educator, was born at Wilmington, N.C., July 27, 1861. He was graduated from Wake Forest college, N.C., in 1883, and from the Southern Baptist theological seminary, Louisville, Ky., in 1886. He was ordained, July 4, 1886, at Wilmington, N.C., and was pastor at Chapel Hill, N.C., and Paris, Woodlake and Russellville, Ky., 1886-98. He was elected president of Bethel college, Russellville, Ky., in 1898. Bethel college conferred on him the degree of D.D. in 1898.
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Aldrich, Charles

​ALDRICH, Charles, journalist, was born at Ellington, N.Y., Oct. 2, 1828. He founded The Freeman in Webster City, Iowa, in 1857; was chief clerk of the house of representatives 1860-'2; 1866 and 1870, and a member of the house, 1882-4, where he originated several state laws. He received the honorary degree of A.M. from Iowa college in 1869; was a member of the U.S. geological survey in 1875; founded the American ornithologist union in 1883; presented his historical collections to the state in 1884, and became curator and secretary of the historical department, Iowa, which he originated in 1892. He contributed to periodicals.
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Alden, James

​ALDEN, James, naval officer, was born in Portland, Me., March 31, 1810. He entered the U.S. navy as midshipman in 1828; served on the Wilkes expedition 1838-41; became lieutenant in 1842; served in the Mexican war, being present at the bombardment and capture of Vera Cruz, Tuxpan and Tabasco, and subsequently engaged in the Puget Sound Indian troubles. He commanded the South Carolina in 1861, took reënforcements to Fort Pickens, Fla., and participated in the battle of Galveston harbor. He was with Farragut and commanded the "Richmond" of the fleet that ran the gauntlet of Forts St. Philip and Jackson, and aided in the capture of New Orleans, April, 1862. In 1863 he was promoted captain, and commanded the sloop of war "Brooklyn," and with her engaged in the capture of Mobile Bay in 1864, his ship leading the attack. Then with the "Brooklyn" he aided in the capture of Fort Fisher, N. C. In 1866 he was made commodore, and in 1888 had charge of the navy yard in California. He was ordered to Washington in 1869 as chief of the bureau of navigation, and in 1871 was promoted rear-admiral and assigned to the European squadron, and shortly after retired on account of age. He died in San Francisco, Cal., Feb. 6, 1877.
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Alden, Timothy (inventor)

​ALDEN, Timothy, inventor, was born at Barnstable, Mass., Feb. 3, 1823, sixth in descent from John Alden, the Puritan. When very young he was apprenticed to his brother, who was a printer, and at the age of seventeen began to plan a machine for setting and distributing type. It took five years for his crude idea to develop into a practical reality, and then he produced a composing and distributing machine, the type arranged in cells around the circumference of a horizontal wheel. As the wheel revolves the receivers pick up the type as directed by the operator. This machine was improved by his brother Henry, after the death of Timothy, and was the pioneer in type-setting machines in the United States, although it did not come into extensive practical use. He died in New York city, Dec. 4, 1858.