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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416453" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>O Black And Unknown Bards</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O black and unknown bards of long ago,<br>How came your lips to touch the sacred fire?<br>How, in your darkness, did you come to know<br>The power and beauty of the minstrel's lyre?<br>Who first from midst his bonds lifted his eyes?<br>Who first from out the still watch, lone and long,<br>Feeling the ancient faith of prophets rise<br>Within his dark-kept soul, burst into song?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heart of what slave poured out such melody<br>As 'Steal away to Jesus'? On its strains<br>His spirit must have nightly floated free,<br>Though still about his hands he felt his chains.<br>Who heard great 'Jordan roll'? Whose starward eye<br>Saw chariot 'swing low'? And who was he<br>That breathed that comforting, melodic sigh,<br>'Nobody knows de trouble I see'?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What merely living clod, what captive thing,<br>Could up toward God through all its darkness grope,<br>And find within its deadened heart to sing<br>These songs of sorrow, love and faith, and hope?<br>How did it catch that subtle undertone,<br>That note in music heard not with the ears?<br>How sound the elusive reed so seldom blown,<br>Which stirs the soul or melts the heart to tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not that great German master in his dream<br>Of harmonies that thundered amongst the stars<br>At the creation, ever heard a theme<br>Nobler than 'Go down, Moses.' Mark its bars<br>How like a mighty trumpet-call they stir<br>The blood. Such are the notes that men have sung<br>Going to valorous deeds; such tones there were<br>That helped make history when Time was young.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a wide, wide wonder in it all,<br>That from degraded rest and servile toil<br>The fiery spirit of the seer should call<br>These simple children of the sun and soil.<br>O black slave singers, gone, forgot, unfamed,<br>You - you alone, of all the long, long line<br>Of those who've sung untaught, unknown, unnamed,<br>Have stretched out upward, seeking the divine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You sang not deeds of heroes or of kings;<br>No chant of bloody war, no exulting pean<br>Of arms-won triumphs; but your humble strings<br>You touched in chord with music empyrean.<br>You sting far better than you knew; the songs<br>That for your listeners' hungry hearts sufficed<br>Still live, - but more than this to you belongs:<br>You sang a race from wood and stone to Christ.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Weldon+Johnson">James Weldon Johnson</a><div class=q>
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How came your lips to touch the sacred fire?
How, in your darkness, did you come to know
The power and beauty of the minstrel's lyre?
Who first from midst his bonds lifted his eyes?
Who first from out the sti..."></div>
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