Fur I’ze read it in de Bible ’bout de lilies how dey grow,
It was put in der er purpus dat de workin’ men mout know,
Dat dis diggin’ an er grabben, wusn’t men’t in our lot,
An’ der ain’t no use’n workin’ we’n de sun shines hot.
Does yer heer de streams er callin’ az it cralls erlong de rill;
Does yer se de vines er wavin’, biddin’ me ter kum an’ fill?
Whar’s m’ hook and line—say, Hannah, give me all de bait yer got,
Fur der ain’t no use’n workin’ w’en de sun shines hot.
Des ’bout dark I kum hum, strollin’ wid a binch er lubly trout;
Hannah she c’mmence er grinnin’ little Rastus ’gin to shout;
Soon de hoecake is er bakin’, fish er fryin’, table sot.
No, der ain’t no use’n workin’ w’en de sun shines hot.
EXPERIENCE.
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They told me that the path I took was hard,
That many a time my weary feet would bleed;
They said at last I’d find my way was barred;
I would not heed.
They bade me stop and go the other way;
This path, they said, Fate thorns and thistles strew;
But I was young, Ambition led the way;
I thought I knew.
But when my bleeding feet came to the end,
And I was bound and scourged by cruel Fate;
Alas, I cried, pray let me start again;
It was too late.