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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408135" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wake Nicodemus!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nicodemus, the slave was of African birth,<br>And was bought for a bagful of gold;<br>He was reckon'd as part of the salt of the earth,<br>But he died years ago, very old.<br>'Twas his last sad request as we laid him away<br>In the trunk of an old hollow tree;<br>&quot;Wake me up!&quot; was his charge, &quot;at the first break of day --<br>Wake me up for the great Jubilee!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The &quot;Good Time Coming&quot; is almost here!<br>It was long, long, long on the way!<br>Now run and tell Elijah to hurry up Pump,<br>And meet me at the gumtree in the swamp<br>To wake Nicodemus today.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was known as a prophet -- at least was as wise --<br>For he told of the battles to come;<br>And we trembled with dread when he roll'd up his eyes,<br>And we heeded the shake of his thumb.<br>Though he clothed us with fear, yet the garments he wore<br>Were in patches at elbow and knees;<br>And he still wears the suit that he used to of yore,<br>As he sleeps in the old hollow tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nicodemus was never the sport of the lash,<br>Though the bullet has oft cross'd his path;<br>There were none of his masters so brave or so rash<br>As to face such a man in his wrath.<br>Yet his great heart with kindness was filled to the brim --<br>He obeyed who was born to command;<br>But he long'd for the morning which then was so dim --<br>For the morning which now is at hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas a long weary night -- we were almost in fear<br>That the future was more than he knew;<br>'Twas a long weary night -- but the morning is near,<br>And the words of our prophet are true.<br>There are signs in the sky that the darkness is gone --<br>There are tokens in endless array;<br>While the storm which had seemingly banished the dawn,<br>Only hastens the advent of day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Clay+Work">Henry Clay Work</a><div class=q>
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And was bought for a bagful of gold;
He was reckon'd as part of the salt of the earth,
But he died years ago, very old.
'Twas his last sad request as we laid him away
In the trunk of an old hollow tree;
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