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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO BOOKER T. WASHINGTON, by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR Poet's Biography
First Line: Beside our way the streams are dried
Last Line: And lead us to the promised land!
Subject(s): African Americans - History; Washington, Booker T. (1856-1915); Black Heritage
First Line: Beside our way the streams are dried
Last Line: And lead us to the promised land!
Subject(s): African Americans - History; Washington, Booker T. (1856-1915); Black Heritage
Beside our way the streams are dried,
And famine mates us side by side.
Discouraged and reproachful eyes
Seek once again, the frowning skies.
Yet shall there come spite storm and shock
A Moses who shall smite the rock,
Call manna from the Giver's hand,
And lead us to the promised land!
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