James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон)

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(On the Anniversary of Lincoln's Birth)

    Father, Father Abraham,
      To-day look on us from above;
    On us, the offspring of thy faith,
      The children of thy Christ-like love.

    For that which we have humbly wrought,
      Give us to-day thy kindly smile;
    Wherein we've failed or fallen short,
      Bear with us, Father, yet awhile.

    Father, Father Abraham,
      To-day we lift our hearts to thee,
    Filled with the thought of what great price
      Was paid, that we might ransomed be.

    To-day we consecrate ourselves
      Anew in hand and heart and brain,
    To send this judgment down the years:
      The ransom was not paid in vain.

1. An Explanation
2. Brer Rabbit, You's de Cutes' of 'Em All
3. Down by the Carib Sea. 4. The Lottery Girl
4. Venus in a Garden
5. De Little Pickaninny's Gone to Sleep

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