A PRAYER
Mother Nature, let me be
Ever close and near to thee;
Oversoul and heart of things,
Shade me always with thy wings;
Even in the vale of death,
Breathe on me thy honeyed breath.
Mother Nature, guard me when
Life is strong, and after then;
Touch me with thy magic lips
When my soul is in eclipse;
Call me when my feet would stray
From thy temple halls away.
Mother Nature, let me rest
Like a child upon thy breast;
When the war of life is done,
Fold thy arms around thy son—
Strew thy roses on the grave
Of thy faithful, loving slave.
✤ ✤ ✤
RES', SWEET RES'
De toil en de trouble's almos' done,
Res', sweet res';
De w'ary road en de burnin' sun,
Res', sweet res';
I hears de harps ob hebben ring,
So sof', low songs ma Mammy sing,
Way yonder in de happy spring,
Res', sweet res'.
I's gwine back ter de ole home place,
Res', sweet res';
Fo' daylite dies I'll see her face,
Res', sweet res';
I sees her standin' in de do',
De moonlite on de cabin flo',
En I's gwine home fo' ebermo',
Res', sweet res'.
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