<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477555" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Corn-Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ON the wide veranda white,<br>In the purple failing light,<br>Sits the master while the sun is lowly burning;<br>And his dreamy thoughts are drowned<br>In the softly flowing sound<br>Of the corn-songs of the field-hands slow returning.<br>Oh, we hoe de co'n<br>Since de ehly mo'n;<br>Now de sinkin' sun<br>Says de day is done.<br>O'er the fields with heavy tread,<br>Light of heart and high of head,<br>Though the halting steps be labored, slow, and weary;<br>Still the spirits brave and strong<br>Find a comforter in song,<br>And their corn-song rises ever loud and cheery.<br>Oh, we hoe de co'n<br>Since de ehly mo'n;<br>Now de sinkin' sun<br>Says de day is done.<br>To the master in his seat,<br>Comes the burden, full and sweet,<br>Of the mellow minor music growing clearer,<br>As the toilers raise the hymn,<br>Thro' the silence dusk and dim,<br>To the cabin's restful shelter drawing nearer.<br>Oh, we hoe de co'n<br>Since de ehly mo'n;<br>Now de sinkin' sun<br>Says de day is done.<br>And a tear is in the eye<br>Of the master sitting by,<br>As he listens to the echoes low-replying<br>To the music's fading calls<br>As it faints away and falls<br>Into silence, deep within the cabin dying.<br>Oh, we hoe de co'n<br>Since de ehly mo'n;<br>Now de sinkin' sun<br>Says de day is done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Laurence+Dunbar">Paul Laurence Dunbar</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477555" data-title="A Corn-Song de Paul Laurence Dunbar" data-description="ON the wide veranda white, In the purple failing light, Sits the master while the sun is lowly burning; And his dreamy thoughts are drowned In the softly flowing sound Of the corn-songs of the field-hands slow returning. Oh, we hoe de co'n Since d..."></div> </div> </div>

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