LO, de cabin's empty, De chilluns all am gohn, De jimsun weed gro' 'roun' de do', De grass dun tuck de cohn, De fiah am turned to ashes, De hoe-cake's col' an' clam; I wants ter go to de Master now— He tuck po' little Sam. Po' little Sam, dat played erroun' de do', Dat wake me in de mohnin' when de chickens 'gin ter cro', De Marster's royal cherriut cum down wid steeds ob flame, He had ten million angels but he wanted mine de same. His coffin wus er ole pine box, (Po' little lonesome waif!) Whut matter whar de col' clay am, Jes' so de soul am safe. I gethered cotton blossums, 'Twus all de flowers I hed— Lak him, gohn in de mohnin' Befo' de dew wus shed. Po' little Sam, dat played erroun' de do', No more I'll heah him call me when de chickens 'gin to cro', De Marster's royal cherriut cum down wid steeds ob flame, He had ten million angels but he wanted mine de same. Lo, my heart am empty, My life hopes dey am fled, Jes' cut dis ole dry tree down, Lord, De moss am on its head— Why should de ole man sorrow heah Sence you tuk little Sam? Jes' let me be thy servant, Lord, In de manshun whar he am! Po' little Sam, dat played erroun' de do', Sum mohn' I'll heah him call me when de chicken 'gin to cro', An' den de Marster's cherriut will take me es I am, Will take dis po' ole nigger home, to be wid little Sam. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 23 by JAMES JOYCE ESTRANGEMENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON YOUR WORLD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |