Poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Life

  A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in,
  A minute to smile and an hour to weep in,
  A pint of joy to a peck of trouble,
  And never a laugh but the moans come double;
          And that is life!

  A crust and a corner that love makes precious,
  With a smile to warm and the tears to refresh us;
  And joy seems sweeter when cares come after,
  And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter;
          And that is life!

1. Song (My heart to thy heart)
2. Ere Sleep Comes down to Soothe the Weary Eyes
3. An Ante-Bellum Sermon
4. The Lawyers' Ways
5. Not They Who Soar

Abram Ryan Life ("A baby played with the surplice sleeve")

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