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PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: He came, a youth, singing in the dawn
Last Line: And o'er your happy songs in plaudits rang.
Subject(s): Dunbar, Paul Laurence (1872-1906)


He came, a youth, singing in the dawn
Of a new freedom, glowing o'er his lyre,
Refining, as with great Apollo's fire,
His people's gift of song. And thereupon,
This Negro singer, come to Helicon,
Constrained the masters, listening to admire,
And roused a race to wonder and aspire,
Gazing which way their honest voice was gone,
With ebon face uplit of glory's crest.
Men marveled at the singer, strong and sweet,
Who brought the cabin's mirth, the tuneful night,
But faced the morning, beautiful with light,
To die while shadows yet fell toward the west,
And leave his laurels at his people's feet.

Dunbar, no poet wears your laurels now;
None rises, singing, from your race like you.
Dark melodist, immortal, though the dew
Fell early on the bays upon your brow,
And tinged with pathos every halcyon vow
And brave endeavor. Silence o'er you threw
Flowerets of love. Or, if an envious few
Of your own people brought no garlands, how
Could malice smite him whom the gods had crowned?
If, like the meadowlark, your flight was low,
Your flooded lyrics half the hilltops drowned;
A wide world heard you, and it loved you so,
It stilled its heart to list the strains you sang,
And o'er your happy songs in plaudits rang.





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