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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518861" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Power Of Prayer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">or, The First Steamboat up the Alabama.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You, Dinah! Come and set me whar de ribber-roads does meet.<br>De Lord, HE made dese black-jack roots to twis' into a seat.<br>Umph, dar! De Lord have mussy on dis blin' ole nigger's feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It 'pear to me dis mornin' I kin smell de fust o' June.<br>I 'clar', I b'lieve dat mockin'-bird could play de fiddle soon!<br>Dem yonder town-bells sounds like dey was ringin' in de moon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, ef dis nigger IS been blind for fo'ty year or mo',<br>Dese ears, DEY sees the world, like, th'u' de cracks dat's in de do'.<br>For de Lord has built dis body wid de windows 'hind and 'fo'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know my front ones IS stopped up, and things is sort o' dim,<br>But den, th'u' DEM, temptation's rain won't leak in on ole Jim!<br>De back ones show me earth enough, aldo' dey's mons'ous slim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as for Hebben, -- bless de Lord, and praise His holy name --<br>DAT shines in all de co'ners of dis cabin jes' de same<br>As ef dat cabin hadn't nar' a plank upon de frame!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who CALL me? Listen down de ribber, Dinah! Don't you hyar<br>Somebody holl'in' &quot;Hoo, Jim, hoo?&quot; My Sarah died las' y'ar;<br>IS dat black angel done come back to call ole Jim f'om hyar?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My stars, dat cain't be Sarah, shuh! Jes' listen, Dinah, NOW!<br>What KIN be comin' up dat bend, a-makin' sich a row?<br>Fus' bellerin' like a pawin' bull, den squealin' like a sow?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">De Lord 'a' mussy sakes alive, jes' hear, -- ker-woof, ker-woof --<br>De Debble's comin' round dat bend, he's comin' shuh enuff,<br>A-splashin' up de water wid his tail and wid his hoof!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'se pow'ful skeered; but neversomeless I ain't gwine run away:<br>I'm gwine to stand stiff-legged for de Lord dis blessed day.<br>YOU screech, and swish de water, Satan! I'se a gwine to pray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O hebbenly Marster, what thou willest, dat mus' be jes' so,<br>And ef Thou hast bespoke de word, some nigger's bound to go.<br>Den, Lord, please take ole Jim, and lef young Dinah hyar below!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Scuse Dinah, 'scuse her, Marster; for she's sich a little chile,<br>She hardly jes' begin to scramble up de homeyard stile,<br>But dis ole traveller's feet been tired dis many a many a mile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'se wufless as de rotten pole of las' year's fodder-stack.<br>De rheumatiz done bit my bones; you hear 'em crack and crack?<br>I cain'st sit down 'dout gruntin' like 'twas breakin' o' my back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What use de wheel, when hub and spokes is warped and split, and rotten?<br>What use dis dried-up cotton-stalk, when Life done picked my cotton?<br>I'se like a word dat somebody said, and den done been forgotten.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, Dinah! Shuh dat gal jes' like dis little hick'ry tree,<br>De sap's jes' risin in her; she do grow owdaciouslee --<br>Lord, ef you's clarin' de underbrush, don't cut her down, cut me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would not proud persume -- but I'll boldly make reques';<br>Sence Jacob had dat wrastlin'-match, I, too, gwine do my bes';<br>When Jacob got all underholt, de Lord he answered Yes!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And what for waste de vittles, now, and th'ow away de bread,<br>Jes' for to strength dese idle hands to scratch dis ole bald head?<br>T'ink of de 'conomy, Marster, ef dis ole Jim was dead!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stop; -- ef I don't believe de Debble's gone on up de stream!<br>Jes' now he squealed down dar; -- hush; dat's a mighty weakly scream!<br>Yas, sir, he's gone, he's gone; -- he snort way off, like in a dream!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O glory hallelujah to de Lord dat reigns on high!<br>De Debble's fai'ly skeered to def, he done gone flyin' by;<br>I know'd he couldn' stand dat pra'r, I felt my Marster nigh!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You, Dinah; ain't you 'shamed, now, dat you didn' trust to grace?<br>I heerd you thrashin' th'u' de bushes when he showed his face!<br>You fool, you think de Debble couldn't beat YOU in a race?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tell you, Dinah, jes' as shuh as you is standin' dar,<br>When folks starts prayin', answer-angels drops down th'u' de a'r.<br>YAS, DINAH, WHAR 'OULD YOU BE NOW, JES' 'CEPTIN' FUR DAT PRA'R?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sidney+Lanier">Sidney Lanier</a><div class=q>
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You, Dinah! Come and set me whar de ribber-roads does meet.
De Lord, HE made dese black-jack roots to twis' into a seat.
Umph, dar! De Lord have mussy on dis blin' ole nigger's feet.

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