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Elliott Blaine Henderson, "The Soliloquy of Satan: and Other Poems" (1907) (full text)
12022-08-24T15:22:21-04:00Amardeep Singhc185e79df2fca428277052b90841c4aba30044e12131plain2022-08-24T15:22:21-04:00Amardeep Singhc185e79df2fca428277052b90841c4aba30044e1THE SOLILOQUY OF SATAN: AND OTHER POEMS BY ELLIOTT BLAINE HENDERSON
Author of the First and Second Editions of "PLANTATION ECHOES" SPRINGFIELD, OHIO. PUBLISHED BY THE AUTHOR 1907
THIS book is reverently dedicated to my sainted mother and father, Sarah A. and Benjamin Franklin Henderson, a token of my deepest love, reverence and respect, in consideration of their ceaseless efforts in my behalf. their innumerable sacrifices, and their incomparable loving kindness. In the language of another, "I name them but to praise."
Frontispiece Dedication The Soliloquy of Satan In Memoriam1 Meditation He Is Not Dead Soft Falls the Night Freedom For All! For None No Thrall! Reminiscence De Banjo an' De Fiddle Optimism Joy Yearning Sad Am de Night The Pawson's Thanksgiving Call Chicken Koop an' Possum Chase The Deacon and the Owl Uncle Peter's Over Confidence Uncle Esau's Courtin'
The Soliloquy of Satan.
Sovereign! Am I! By God's decree Of Hell for all eternity, Where joy and peace are never known, Nor light of day is ever thrown. My kingdom, burneth with the fire, Will flame and burn when time is done, When chaos and confusion reign— Extinguished are the stars and sun. There demons rage in strife and woe, Enthralled like swine in my domain, Where invocations, pleas and prayers To God for succor rise in vain! See how they grope within the throes! And gnash their teeth like dogs that bite! Then weep like orphans at the bier When dawns on them there is no flight! Weep, ye cursed, weep and groan! Thy sins? Seas of tears can not atone! Plead till the years are sepulchered! In Hell ay, mercy hath no throne! Heartless am I! My spirit knows No justice, mercy, feeling, none! Hatred and envy and dire revenge Have come to me—my spirit won! I laugh at misery, woe and pain Of those, my captives, held in chain! Ay! when the sun and studding stars Have left their sockets waned and paled! Still! captives will they e'er remain In Lucifer's charnal travail. Lucifer is called the roaring lion! Seeking whom he may devour! Presence o'erpowering! Bold! as the blast! Who's never known to shrink or cower.
Accursed by Him dropped from the throne, Where naught but love and peace art known, Because rebellion seized my heart And made me thrust at Him my dart! Thou hast rebelled, proud Lucifer! Depart! with those thy favorite hosts! From thy imperial sacred place, Go down in shame, ruin and disgrace! Ay, such was true! And mine the fate! Thrust! Through the portals, through the gate, Down! the precipitous road to Hell, Forever there to live and dwell! Hell leaped for joy; her hosts proclaimed: "Proud Lucifer droppeth to his shame!" Reverberations; the wails, the shrieks, The tempest struggling up the steeps! Seethed! Surged! and burned! ten thousand folds, The depthless sea of sinful souls!
Mine the prerogative to remain? Nay! naught but submission to that decree Of Him who shapes all destiny! The author of immortality. Ah, Lucifer, why didst thou give The demon thralldom of thy soul To bring down judgment on thyself, To bar thee from the streets of gold?. Ah! Lucifer! Behold! behold! That vast, resplendent white-robed throng! There once thou stood'st immaculate In praise and eulogy and song. Bedazzling in God's holiness, outrivaling meteoric light, Whose fulgence pierced the dark'ning gloom, Dispersing ebon shades of night!
Fool! Hast thou been, proud Lucifer! To God thou yet shall bend in tears, Brought to the gravity of thy fate Clothed in the mantle of dire fears! Who is this King of supreme reign Whose throttling might holds Hell enchained? 'Tis He! my everlasting foe! Who sinks me to these depths below. Judge of the court tribunal high! Oh for my place in yonder sky! Could my entreaty move Thy will For reinstatement 'round Thy throne, Gladly would I flee to Thee, Where dwell the glories of thine own. Oh drops of mercy—dews of love In benediction from above, Fail on Lucifer this hour, From Heaven's holy sacred tower.
The soul of Lucifer now weeps With surcharged heart bleeding and torn, In sackcloth and ashes behold! behold! The vain proud Lucifer doth mourn! Behold me in this sin-cursed plight! Eternal King, disperse this night! Cast aside the threat'ning clouds And lead me to Thy glorious heights! Hark! the music of the spheres! In spotless white at God's right hand, Float strains of that grand tribal band! The boasts are marching! Hear their song! Great King of Glory! Oh, how long? How long must Lucifer remain Divorced from the glories of Thine own? Forgiveness can there be for me Again to sit around Thy throne?
Doth Lucifer, like the widow, mourn? Like swaddling babies drop a tear? Arouse!! ye coward!! Doff!! thy fears!! Inspire!! thy soul again to cheers!! Away!! with retrospection now!! Come! welcome sweet forgetfulness! Blot!! from the memory of Lucifer, Those season's of his blissfulness! For every tear that I have shed, For every plea struck from my tongue, Summon! thy most destructive powers, Let souls from earth this hour be flung! Ha! again did Lucifer turn fool, Forget himself and play the ass! Furies of Hell burst forth anew! Obey! the mandates of my blast!
I, the personification of all!! That's naught but perverse to the good, To weaken at unguarded time— Allow myself to whine and brood!! To think that I could condescend To drop to humiliation's shrine, While founts of grief and sorrows flowed When memory didst my soul remind. To rend my soul to depths extreme, To fall repentant at His stream, This vain! proud sovereign power! of Hell!! Susceptible! to such a spell!! Away! with all that tends to good! Misery and torture to man for food! Scoff!! at the pleading ones in tears And mock! the faltering one that fears!
Let devastation fill the land! Death! Death! ride on! Spare! not a soul! Strike down! the unsuspecting one, For my captivity, my fold! Brilliance of conquest is for me! Cursed! be the throngs of liberty! Their freedom stirs my soul to wrath, An effervescent aftermath. Lucifer, rule on in infamy! Prowl! the recesses of earth! Barter! for the living souls, For those as yet not given birth! Oh, ye of Adam's progeny! Ye knoweth not! this hellish sage, Who thwarts the subtlest of man To give him torture for his wage!
Oh could I seize earth in my grasp And crush her as the potter's clay, While o'er the battlements like swine Behold men fall in fear, dismay! Ay, when the judgment day shall dawn The light from every sphere has gone, The firmament clouds, sinks, disappears, To be forgotten as the years, When throttling forces seize the earth, And fires consuming have their birth, Catastrophe thrown to relief, While I with cohorts gloat beneath, Then! will my reveille break the spell, And cohorts martialing forth from Hell, At my dictation! mandates! all!! Like vultures seize! bind and enthrall!
Oh when ye plead and cower in tears, Receive ye then my mocks and jeers! I'll sink thee to the depths unknown, Reward for sinful deeds, thou'rt sown! Then, will my soul well to the heights, Where bliss is law! where bliss is might! Quickened by misery, woe and pain Of groveling souls in my domain! Away! Away! No reasoning power Could change this demon for one hour! Well might'st thou try to move God's throne, As try to touch this heart of stone! Such! is the law of Lucifer! Written in blood of suffering souls; Inexorable, unmoved am I As He who thrust me from the sky!
TO THE LATE PAUL L. DUNBAR.
God from His glorious throne looked down, And plucked him as the blushing flower; Solemn as death, grieveous and awed, Was made a grateful race that hour. This is a debt we all must pay— The rich, the high, the low— The exit from this world to that Of happiness or woe. 'Tis for the soul of spotless white, Cleansed pure as Heaven's holy spheres, To walk the streets beyond the void Bereft of sighs, bereft of tears. Brilliance of mind beyond discount, The birthright of this noble son, Forged verse which moved the hearts of men, And brought him laurels truly won.
Deeds of potency and power Wrought he 'mid clouds of dire dispair, Upon successes sun kissed heights He found at last a welcome there. Verse flowed as magic from his pen, Encouching sweet and beauteous thought, Of negro life before the days When struggling men for freedom fought. As long as history endures He there shall find abiding place; Plaudits and honor e'er for him— The greatest poet of his race. Not in monumental stone, Not in history alone, But in our loving, grateful hearts, He there shall live—shall find a throne. Bury him in a hallowed spot, Where devastation cometh not, In a picturesque vale where nature in sublimity Stands out in wondrous bold relief, The enshinement of him Whose life was brief.
TO CAPT. WALTER S. THOMAS.
We gaze upon the shining orbs That guild the depthless welkin dome, Survey that grand etheral space where countless hosts angelic roam, Where symphonies, rhythmical songs, The chants, the lays, beyond compare, And ask in wonder what is man's fate? Has he a blissful future state? Creations of the Divine hand Tell us above all worlds doth tow'r The King of Kings with sovereign pow'r Where e'er He wills disposing night, Guiding the worlds in their swift flight.
Ay, man reads in the rocks, the hills, each blade of grass, The flower, the murmuring stream, the truth personified— "Futurity" for they the just, the pure, the glorified. Thus man lives on and on, Prophetic of the robe, the crown, Sublimities which have no bound, The Jasper walls, the Heavenly throne, The universe's foundation stone.
He Is Not Dead
TO THE LATE REV. JAMES POINDEXTER.
Weep not! He is not dead— 'Though sepulchered, the tenement of clay, The severance of the silver chord Means but new birth to live alway. Decrepit, so made by fleeting years, Fatigued, with faltering step He climbed life's weary way, Beyond the enshrouding mists His soul cleaves the vaulted skies, Merged in the realm of supernal day. The great white throne embellished with The choiring throngs resounding With the rhythm of spheres, Welcomed this soul that took it's flight From earth 'mid grief and falling tears.
Indelibly stamped upon life's way He left his impress for his race to live When stars grown ancient dismissed from vaulted skies With fulgent suns sink no more to rise. Gilded upon the heavenly scroll, Fulgent as the spheres that roll Onward and onward through space, His sacred name there finds its place. The shedding of Christ's blood on Calvary Was for such as he, who lived the life The great tribunal approbates, that swings awide The golden gates.
Soft Falls the Night.
Soft falls the night— And chases 'way The slowly dying Summer day; The sun from his Ethereal height Is curtained By the shades of night. Soft falls the night— The birds that tune Their songs to nature In commune, Now hush their lays, Seek silent rest Within their downy, Leafy nests. Soft falls the night— The starry hosts Creep 'cross the dome Like silent ghosts; And on and Like sheep they stray— Within their wake Cast silvery rays.
Soft falls the night— A peaceful sleep O'er earthly mortals Doth now creep; They rest now from Their day's pursuit, The world is still! The world is mute! Soft fails the night— The verdure green Now glistens with A dewy sheen; The flowers droop, Their petals close, They dream away In sweet repose. Soft fades the night— Lo! breaks the dawn! And Nature 'wakens With the morn; Exultingly sends up Her lays, Her symphonies To God in praise.
Freedom For All! For None No Thrall!
Columbia! Before thy shrine we bow, List to our humble pleading now! For deliverance mortals weep, commingle mute. Our souls are weighted down with woe, Which aggregate a mighty cross, Lend us thine ear in reverence, Let not an humble plea be lost. Sad is our plight, dismayed we grope, The lowering clouds in secret might Conspire to hide becloud Hope's sun That shines upon yon thrilling heights! Bliss is the goal for which men strive That state, bereft of sighs and woes, Where things congenial e'er survive, Where all are friends, where none are foes!
Thou'rt crowned with glory unexcelled; The world has acquiesced in awe, That thou art mighty in thy power, Most potent is thy word and law! Thine is the power, to burst the thrall, And free thy sons from black'ning pall, That they may stand like men of old, Proud they are of thy mighty fold! God did'st Himself ally with thee, To set His sons and daughters free! He approbates no color line! Be just to all mortality! Let justice ring from every height! Teach men to lend an ear to right! Black's no disgrace—God made us all!! Freedom for all! For none no thrall!
Patriot ardor thrills the breast Of every noble son of Ham! Let not thy banner mean to him A reverie, a mock, a sham! They've trod the field in battle's might— And when thy elation sounded, "Fight!" Forward! was their battle cry, For they believed thy cause was right! High on the heights of liberty, Where floats thy banner on the air, Our noble sons fought, bled and died! 'Mid glory helped to place it there! Goddess, thy sacred tears Triumphant as the years, Give us the help for which we're cried, Thrill us with the ecstacy That makes the soul feel edified
TO POSTMASTER JAMES H. RABBITTS.
When de shadows ah de e'ebnin's Gently, sof'ly fallin' 'roun', 'Cross de lonely field an' meadows, Cums de cattle's lowin' soun'; An' de vespah bells am ringin' An' dey blen' in tuneful lay, It's a knell dat's sad an' mournful To de dying summah day. An' yo' weary rum de labah Ub de tillin' ub de soil, Fum sun up 'till time ub sinkin' Wifout res' mus' toil an' toil; How yo' welcum on de hours, Blissful seezuns all ub res' When a neslin' 'neef de kibbahs, Yo' kin soff'en pillahs press.
When de li'l' lights ub hebun Fum behine day kibbah peep, All er blinkin' an' er twinklin' Ez dey 'cross de hebuns creep; Dah's a sadden feelin' takes yo', Ez yo' lonely sot an' sigh, Ez yohr mem'ry goze to 'fleck'in Ub de olen days gone by. How yohr ole home cures befo' yo' Wif de fiah-place all erf'ame, Ez it kindled an' enliven'd Yo' into a joyful frame; An' de scene at night when gaddahd All eroun' yohr mammy sot, Ez she tole yo' little stohries, Allus chahms de little tot. Seemz yo' hyeah de ole fo'ks singin', An' dey voices ringin' clah, Ez at night all knelt togeddah Fo' to ax de mahstah's kyah,
To puzzurb dem fum de ebil Spirits lurkin' far an' neer; Keep dey minds all free fum feelin's Soopahstishun an' fum feet. How yo' long yo's wif de dahkies Once mo' geddahd in de field, When at night all in de moonlight, Danced de ole Virginny reel; To de plumpin' ub de banjos An' de fiddle's sawin' choon, An' de songs dat wuz trumphun' To de ole plantayshun coon. How yo' wish'd to 'gain libb obah Dem days at yo' ole home spot, Wif yo' frens dat's cross'd de ribbah, Wuz again yo' happy lot; But dem days hab gone fohebbah, Nebah mo' will dey return, When yo' sot an' 'fleck erbout 'em, How yo' ole heart fo' dem yern.
De Banjo an' De Fiddle.
When de banjo am er plinkin' An' de fiddle am er squeakin' An' de ditties comes sweet, An' de ditties come soft, Jes' clah de shanty, An' gimmee mo' room, Den I'll dance an' caper Fum de pantry to de loft. Dey's one thing sho' An' dey hain't no doubtin', De banjo an' de fiddle Gits er dahky soon to shoutin'; Hit gits into de marrow, An' hit gits into de bone, Hit sof'ens up er heart Dat am harder den er stone! Music fum de banjo, Fum de ol' time fiddle, Cunjers up yo' soul Lak de 'liggun does de deacon. Dey's nuffin' dat's sweetah, Dat's got mo' charm, Den er banjo dat's er plinkin' An' er fiddle dat's er squeakin'!
How yo' foots does tickle! How yo' heels does itch! When de ditties am er chunein' In de ol' time pitch! I go plum happy an' de way i'se den Er feelin' I could kick er big plank Fum de ol' shack's ceilin! Dat am de music Dat de ol' fo'ks lak. An' when dey got to dancin' Seemed dey nebah would slack! Dey capered lak sausage On er red hot griddle Till de strings bust'ed Loose on de banjo an' de fiddle! De oldes' hain't too ol' Fo' to gibb dey foots er shakein' When de banjo am er plinkin', An' de fiddle am er squeakin'! De saints forgits erbout dey 'liggun, An' de preechah's sposs-choo-layshun, An' dey dance yo' jiggs an' cockrills Fas' ez lightnin' kalker-layshun!
I'se seed some was 'flickted Wif de roomsticks an' de gout, So 'fecketed wif de muddles Coulden' tell er bass fum trout! But jes stawt dem ditties, Roomerticks an' gout would fly! De music was so flunkshus Sight would come back to dey eye! Po' ol Uncle Rastus Would drap bof his crutches! Swing ol' Sistah Peacock, Coat tail flyin' lak de breshes! Good ol' Aunt Merryor Would grunt lak de dickens; Po' ol' Deacon Flypole Would scramble lak fo' chickens! Ef yo' sawed an' yo' fiddled Till de chickens crowed fo' day, Why dey woulen' think er secon' Fo' to quit an' go erway; It was jes' one 'roun' ub pleasure, Fillin' to yo' heart's content! Evahbody happy, Evah minute dat was spent!
TO N. H. CARDWELL, COLUMBUS, O.
Ef yo' hain't got er nickel Ner yo' hain't got er dime, An' yo' head's wool geddahd, An' yo' kain't sing er rhyme, An' you feel lak er sheep Dat am los' fum it's hovel, Dat am mixed in de mire An' am stuck in de puddle. Hab patience, bruddah! Dis am er worrul ub triboolayshun; It's thorns ez well ez roses Fo' de white an' blackes' nation. Ef yo' strike de trouble mountains An' yo' take er little tumble, Git up in er jiffy, Take no time to sigh an' grumble;
Ef yo' koch'd in de stickers An' yo' koch'd in de bramble, An' yo' meet wid de debbil Fo' yo' hal thoo yo' ramble. Hab patience, bruddah! Dis am er worrul ub triboolayshun; It's thorns ez well ez roses Fo' de white an' blackes' nation. Ef yo' hyah de wolf er holl'rin' Kaze he's got yo' on de scent! An' yo' feelin' lil' ticklish An' yo' courage's mighty scant, An' de night cums 'roun', Not er heaben light's er flicker, An' de road keeps er windin' An' de gloom gits thicker,
Hab patience, bruddah! Dis am er worrul ub triboolayshun; It's thorns ez well ez roses Fo' de white an' blackes' nation. Ef yo' stiff in de ankle, Yo' kin hardly make er wobble, An' yo' hea'ts sick an' achy Dat it bahly makes er throbble, An' yo' plight gits wussah Kaze de trouble cums dubble, An' it fills yo' wid discouragement Lak de gasses fills er bubble, Hab patience, bruddah! Dis am er worrul ub triboolayshun; It's thorns ez well ez roses Fo' de white an' blackes' nation.
TO MRS. HENRY LINDEN.
Dey's nuffin' lak joy, An' dey's nffin' lak shout To drive erway de trouble An' to shuffle out de doubt! To stimmerlate er fellah An' to jossle out de bone, De pains, de aches an' stiffness Lak er fiddle's aftah tone. When de joy cums in, An' de gloom goes out, Er fellah's bound to sing, 'Bound to whis'le er to shout. Ef he hain't mighty kyarful, Matters not ef he's er deacon, He'd step er little shottisch Ef he'd hyear er fiddle squeakin'. It brings out de smile, An' it 'sperses 'way de frown, An' lifts up de heart Wid de burden bowed down;
An' yo' gloom an' yo' trouble Roll erway lak er stone, An' de song ub rejoicin' Takes de places ub de groan. It's effect erpon de soul Am prezaxly lak de rain Dat falls erpon de verdure An' dat draps erpon de grain. It 'vigorates an freshens An' it tones de system up, An' you drink to ovahflowin' Wine fum life's enchantin' cup. It doan cost nuffin', Jes ez free ez am de air; Ez free ez am de Gospul, It's yo' pribbellidge to share. Try er little, bruddah, Try to git into de charm; Ef it doesn't do yo' good, It sho' woan' do yo' any harm.
TO MR. J. T. RICKS.
When de moon streams down On er kam still night, Let me sot by de moss-cubbahd stream, An' plink out de ditties ub mah ol 'banjo, While mah soul steals erway in o' dream. Jes' git out dah whah de solemness come, Whah de kentry am still ez def; When de honeysuckles sleep an' dey hide deyselves, An' de li'l winds blo' dey bref. Whah de bullfrog hollers neef de ol' pine tree, An' de kill-dee an' de lonesome quail call, Whah de owl hoots slo' as de moon draps lo' Ez de night shades slip an' fall.
Whah de willers hang lo', An' dey 'pear to weep Ez de night bird's plaint come down, An' de li'l brooks skip in jubilee While murmurrin' out dey sound. Dat am sech er place whah I longs to be, When de night am still an' kam; When all de worl' seems los' in def An' lef' yo' whah yo' am.
Sad Am de Night.
TO DR. F. W. WHITE.
Sad am de night. Now de solemn tone Creeps fum de erf to de heaben's throne, Whah de stars an' moonbeams break forth bright, Fo' to crown de worrul wif er sof', sweet, light. Sad am de night. Now de lonesum, owl Hoots 'cross de main to er fren'ly fowl, An' de zephyrs sigh, and de cricket call Fum de root an' branch and de vine-clad wall. Sad am de night. How de heaben's pause, Ez ef to ketch firmer hol de cause Ub dis strange meanin' up whut am meant Ub dis rapt silence an' sad content.
Sad am de night. Fum de sacred heights, Whah gem sublime dem gran' strange lights, I hyah de angels white robe throng Now break forth saint in reverent song. Sad am de night. Lurks er feelin' strange Dat seemz to hah er boundless range. It takes yo' back to olden days, When fleet foot youth lent blissful rays. Sad am de night. In letters bold On night's great tablet am enscroll'd Dat tells erf in er prophetic way Ub dat eternal heabenly day.
The Pawson's Thanksgiving Call.
TO N. H. FAIRBANKS.
Sistah! Bress Gawd! Thot I'd drap in jes' er while, See ef yo's er gittin' 'long de besses kine er style, Kose it's kine er early in de mawnin' fo' to call. Beddah make it early, den to make it not at tall. "Well, sah, look heah Eldah! Lawd er mussy! Am dis you? Lan' sakes fo' to goodness! How yo' cum on? How yo' do? Jes' er fixin' breckfess' wider little chicken stew. No use tawkin' Eldah, yo' mus' sot down wid de few." Look heah, Sistah Tootsy! I hain't hongry, not at tall; I'd be glad to sot an' ax de bressin's fo' yo' all. Keep erway yo' anger, wid de res' I'll take er seat; Take er few dem biskitts, little chicken fo' er treat.
Bet I'll hah no 'fusein' I woan' lissen now to dat; Sot down on dat sofa, res' yo' coat an' res' yo' hat. 'Membah when yo's drappin' 'neef ol' Sistah Tootsy's roof, Yo' mus' take ub sumfiin! Heah me? Bet I'se tellin' troof! Look heah Wash'ton Rastus! let dat chicken, sah! alone. Eldah, fo' to goodness! dat chile am de debbil's own. Fus' he's in de chicken, den de nex' he's in de jam Dat's er pow'ful weakness nearly all de race ub Ham. Walk out, Eldah Legbowl. See heah, chillun, stop yo' fuss! Fightin' an' er scramlin' an' er kickin' sech er muss! Sot heah, Eldah Legbowl, whah de chicken's easy reach. Lawd sakes! Eldah Legbowl, how I loves to heah yo' preach.
Say grace fo' us, Eldah, I'll sot down sah, aftah while, Kaze I wan' to serve yo' in de besses' kine o' style. He'p yo'se'f, mah bruddah, dah to all yo' see in sight. Fill up, Eldah Legbowl, doan' yo' now be eatin' light. Lissen, Heabenly Foddah, all mah prayahs yo's answered sho'! Ebbery bressed word sah, in Yo' Bible all am so. Fix so de pawson will hah allus now an' den Sech ez am befo' me hyah dis mawnin' sah! Amen! Cum on Sistah Tootsy, wid de chicken—I is dun! Umph! dey's so persoovyus, 'pears dat I kin eat er tun. Whee! Whut am dem chittlins dat am fryin' sech er rate? Am it? Lawd sakes, honey, let yo' pawson fix his plate!
Eat sum mo' dat chicken, Eldah; dey's mo' in de pot. Plenty dah er stewin' an' er jumpin' sizzlin' hot. Doan' yo' see dat possum dat's er dreamin' over dah? Possum! Whut's dat, sistah? See er possum over whah? Look hyah, dat. hain't possum, am it? Well sah! I be Jim! Kyarve me sum his side meat an' de fus' an' secun' lim. I'se chucked full already, but I mus' make room fo' dat. Dat's whut makes yo' Pawson look so pussy, big an' fat! See hyah, Sistah Tootsy, now! tell yo' yo' woan do. Put yo' down mah prayer book ez er sistah sho' am true. Kose I wasn't hongry! Thowt I'd take er little bite. Sho' mah frenly spirit. Now good sistah, hain't dat right?
I jes' feel ez thankful, sistah, fo' dem few bites way I feel; I jes' feel ez thankful's ef I'd eat er whole squah meal. E'cuse me, Sistah Tootsy, kaze I mus' be gittin' 'long. Gum tonight to meetin'! Dey's kerleckshun aftah song.
Chicken Koop an' Possum Chase
Possum time? Dahky take up de trail. Rahbit skirtin' thoo de thicket, In de barn yawd sots de quail. Cum long de moon, Den's de time to chase de coon. Bull frog an' de turtle In de lagoon hol' commune. So it's 'joice yo'se'ves, chillun, Fros' er stickin' to de vine, Possum an' de coon time! Dahky, fall in line. Th'ow erside de banjo, Chillun stop de fiddle whine, Spawkin' an' er courtin', An' yo' dancin' monkey shine.
Take yo' li'l' nippin' An' yo' tase yo' li'l' gin, Nebah res' er minute Till yo' chased de possum in. So it's 'joice yo'se'ves, chillun, Fros' er stickin' to de vine, Possum an' de coon time! Dahky, fall in line. Stir up now de embahs. Chillun shet de' oven do' Pine notts keep er pilin' In de fiahplace, lots ub mo'. Make her raise er rumpus Kaze we gwine to hab er feas'. Soon we'll hab er possum Dah er bakin' in de grease. So it's 'joice yo'se'ves, chillun, Fros' er stickin' to de vine, Possum an' de coon time! Dahky, fall in line.
Sno'flakes am er fallin' An' de breezes got er moan; Cumin' now de echoes Am de lonely howlin' tone. Cum on wid ol' Efram, Chillum let us go er sail, Chasin' fo' de possum Kaze de dogs dun struck de trail. So it's 'joice yo'se'ves, chillun, Fros' er stickin' to de vine, Possum an' de coon time! Dahky, fall in line. Three fours to de right! Now let er go kerwobble. Keep up Brer Isaacs, Fo' de Lawd sakes quit yo' hobble. Ef yo' spec' to koch er possum, Er yo' spec' to tree er coon, Mus' thro' er way yo' roomsticks, Git yo' jints all iled in chune.
So it's 'joice yo'se'ves chillun,, Fros' er stickin' to de vine, Possum an' de coon time! Dahky, fall in line. Fo' de gracious Mahstah! Chillun, dah's er chicken koop. Fiddlesticks to goodness, Doan' dat beat er dahky troop? Er bird dat's in de ban' Am sho wurf twenty in de bush; We hain't sho' ub possum, Fo' de chicken koop! kerpush! So it's 'joice yo'se'ves, chillun, Fros' er stickin' to de vine, Possum changed to chicken time, Dahky, fall. in line.
The Deacon and the Owl.
TO CALVIN W. REYNOLDS, Columbus, O.
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Cums fum de owl, De mos' com'kul Ub all de fowl; He stahts dat choon Jes' ez de night's Er fallin' fum De distant height. Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Dat's whut he say; Hees 'wake at night An' sleep at day; All night erpun His leery th'one He sots an' makes Dat debblish tone.
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! He say dat thing, An' at de same time Bat his wing Ez doh hees beckin' To er coon To cum an' watch De blinkin' moon. Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Well, sah, by jim! When he am sotin' On er lim' He sots dem great, Big eyes er blink Heed make de debbul Shy an' shrink. Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! He ax de frog, He ax de howlin', Bawkin' dog, Ez sho' ez sin De Lawd cundem, He wan' to know De whole ub dem.
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! He woan' cum down An' ax er coon Erpun de groun'; He 'spec's er con To clime er lim' An' lak er fool Den tawk to him. Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! All th'ew de night Dat onry cuss Ez doh fo' spite He ax dat quesshun— Keeps dat shout Until de moonlight Fluddahs out. Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Dat onry owl He ax de cats, But dey jes' howl An' tarn dey tails up, Look'd erfright, Den shuffled off In de moonlight.
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Kawnsahn his skin, He needs er littel. Kunjoorin'; I'll use dat rahbit- Foot, snake bone— I bet heel leeb De fo'ks erlone.
Uncle Peter's Over Confidence.
TO RALPH W. TYLER, Columbus, O.
Well I hain't gwine to worry, Ner I hain't gwine to frown! De Wintah's dun flew'd, An' de Spring's come eroun'. Let's dance an' frolic To de banjo an' de fiddle! Come on, Sistah Susan, Won't yo' join me jes' er little? I know I hain't young, Lak once erpon er time, When I could hop er picket fencin', Thought I'se doin' nuffin, fine. But de soopleness an' life Hain't lef' dis ol' frame yet! So come. on, Sistah Susan, Let's dance de fo'ks er set.
Doan' stan' back lak dat An' er ac'in' shy dat way; When de sun's er shinin' Am de time to den make hay! I hope dat yo' hain't 'barrassed; Yo's too ol' de fo'ks all know; Come on, sho' yo' feddahs— Yo' might ketch er nuddah beau. Yo' hain't done er thing, Swing de ol' man 'roun' some mo'! Dat's er li'l' better., Keep de middle ub de flo'! Oh! Mah! Sistah Susan, Hain't yo' gittin' mos' too fas'? Hol' on jes' er momen'— Gimme li'l time to gasp! Hesh yo' mouf hyar ol' man, Yo' jes' said I wasn't doin' er thing! Doan' yo' dah to slacken Drap yo' hol' erpon mah wing!
Yo' want to make er fool Out ub me hyar befo' dis crowd? Oh, no! Dis whole crowd knows Dat ol' Aunt Susan am too proud! Look hyar, Sistah Susan, Bof ub us belongs to church; Let's jes' stop er minute— Thoo de Bible make er search. Let's hab li'l prayer Ef yo' doan' think yo' will mine, De debbil's made us sin, Step erside de Christian line. Church? Why, look hyar, ol' man! Whut de Lawd yo' tawkin' bout? We nebbah had de liggun; De debbil nebah was us out! Yo' nat'ly laks to holler, An' I nat'ly laks to shout! Come on, ol' man, once mo' Let us step er nuddah bout!
Uncle Esau's Courtin'.
TO P. W. CHAVERS, Columbus, O.
Whut's dat chile, whut's dat yo' ax me? Tell yo' how I ustah court? Well sah, ha! ha! dat doan' beet me, Yo' wan' make out me some sport? Did yo' heah dat chile, Mahlissy? Why he's ole up in de head. Hain't dry 'hine de yeahs an' thinkin' About courtin' lak ole Ned. Mus' I tell him? Mus' I Lissy? Now doan blush behine de yeah. Look out koch hole dah ub Peeno Fo' he fills off ub dat cheer. Well now chile since yo hab ax me, Fo' to 'late sum ub mah pranks, Dat Ise currin' and a kyahvin When Ise in de courtin' ranks.
Take dat bunk and go a sotin' An' de ole man'll tell to yo' Sum de things when yo git oldah Ef yo kyah why yo' kin do. Well, de old man when's he's soople In de jints an' doodin' roun', Wuz ez good at spahkin' ladies Ez dey's to be 'roun' er foun'. Mah ole lady dah kin tell yo' Dat Ise jes right up to snuff When I stepp'd out dahkies pinted Sayin' he am jes de stuff. I wuz dis hyar kind er pussons Dat wuz high strung tarr'ble proud; Allus woh de bes' ub toggins Dat wuz 'spensib mighty loud. But to make de story shordah We'll tawk 'bout jes' 'Liss an' I, Son, de ole lady's a blushin' An' a tryin' to ax sort shy.
Fus' time dat I met Mahlissy 'Twuz wan mansahpayshun day. Oh, my, but she wux den, sonnie, Awful vain an' flouncin' gay. She's jes crazy fo' to meet me Kaze Ise togg'd up lookin' slick. Out ub all de young dudds dah, sah, I kood tell dat Ise her pick. Wif Malissy, ha! ha! sonnie, 'Twuz a case ub lub fus' sight. Now, 'Liss, no use yo eyes rollin', Fo' yo' know dat I is right. She wuz twis'in' an' a tarnin' An' a lif'n up her trail, Thowin, dem twinklin' eyes up at me An' jes struttin' lak a quail. Den she'd primp her mouf, go pullin' At her frizzus an' jes grin, An' her ebry moob jes' tole me Dat wif her I sho' could win.
Nebah 'gin de walls ub college Did I ebah rub mah head, But when spahkin ladies bet I Undahstood all dat dey said. Las' I got on her to callin', Wan' to see me ebry night. When I tole her 'bout sum mo gals. Why de ole gal wan' to fight. "Look hyeah, Pedro, quit dat lyin', An' yo' pussyfyin' 'sults; Ef yo doan' yo'll git dis flat iron Wif de mos' dizzastrus r'sults." Ha! ha! whut's de mattah, 'Lissy? Hain't de old man tellin' troof? Way yo' bilin' an' a stewin' Fum de hut wood raze de roof. Go on wif dat irenin', 'Lissy Let me an' de boy 'lone tawk. We doan' wan' yo' in a puttin' Make ah conbahsayshun bawk.
Sumtimes when I'd go to see her, Long time since I las' had call' She'd jes' throw her arms aroun' me An' jes' bellah, cry an' ball. "Gimme dat dah pokah, Sukie, Ise dun stan'd dis long er nuff. Now ole man, ef yo' doan' 'klood dat Ise gwine treet yo' mighty ruff. "Oh, shet up ahout de Gospul An' de ligyun dat Ise got; Ef I loose dis I kin git mo' Out de free salbayshun pot. "Yo' am 'nuff to make Br'e'r Gabriel Drap his hawn an' cuss a tune, Let 'lone me, Mahlissy Pedro, A poh sinnin' hep'less coon. "Kose I shout when I git happy, Feels de Lawd in eb'ry bone, Dat's no sign dat I woan' swot yo' When yo' all woan' lemme 'lone.
'Ef you'd bring back dem dah spackle Legged chickens dat yo' stole, In de Lam's blud dey might be chance Fo' yo' soul to be washed whole." Neb mine, yo' he'p eat dem chickens. All I got's de fus' drum stick. Wooden got dat if I haden' Used de slight han' 'formance trick. "Well, yo' hain't gwine git no chicken Fo' yo' suppah hyeah dis night. Yo' ole stummick kin jes tinkah Clah till cummin' ub daylight." Oh, now 'Lissy, Ise jes funnin' Yo' gits mad' fly up two quick's Pussun duz a little jokin' Yo' fly up all out ub fix. "Neb mine dat dah chicken, Pedro Dis night yo' hain' gwine to tas'e, So dey's no use skussin' fuddah, All yo' wurds dey am a waste.
Now, Malissy, yo' knows, honey, Indigesshun dat I'se got, An' de' Lawd in Heben knows it's Only thing wood hep dat spot. "Go to bed fo Lawd sake, ole man, Chickens am a crow'n fo' day; Yo' might beg fum now 'till dooms day, Wooden' change whut Ise dun say."