Poem by James Weldon Johnson

The Gift to Sing

Sometimes the mist overhangs my path,
And blackening clouds about me cling;
But, oh, I have a magic way
To turn the gloom to cheerful day--
  I softly sing.

And if the way grows darker still,
Shadowed by Sorrow's somber wing,
With glad defiance in my throat,
I pierce the darkness with a note,
  And sing, and sing.

I brood not over the broken past,
Nor dread whatever time may bring;
No nights are dark, no days are long,
While in my heart there swells a song,
  And I can sing.

1. Brer Rabbit, You's de Cutes' of 'Em All
2. The Glory of the Day Was in Her Face
3. A Plantation Bacchanal
4. Tunk
5. You's Sweet to Yo' Mammy Jes de Same

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