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James Whitcomb Riley - The Chant Of The Cross-Bearing Child
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I bear dis cross dis many a mile.
    O de cross-bearin` chile--
      De cross-bearin` chile!

  I bear dis cross `long many a road
  Wha` de pink ain`t bloom` an` de grass done mowed.
    O de cross-bearin` chile--
      De cross-bearin` chile!

  Hits on my conscience all dese days
  Fo` ter bear de cross ut de good Lord lays
  On my po` soul, an` ter lif my praise.
    O de cross-bearin` chile--
      De cross-bearin` chile!

  I `s nigh-`bout weak ez I mos` kin be,
  Yit de Marstah call an` He say,--"You `s free
  Fo` ter `cept dis cross, an` ter cringe yo` knee
  To no n`er man in de worl` but me!"
    O de cross-bearin` chile--
      De cross-bearin` chile!

  Says you guess wrong, ef I let you guess--
  Says you `spec` mo`, an`-a you git less:--
  Says you go eas`, says you go wes`,
  An` whense you fine de road ut you like bes`
  You betteh take ch`ice er any er de res`!
    O de cross-bearin` chile--
      De cross-bearin` chile!

  He build my feet, an` He fix de signs
  Dat de shoe hit pinch an` de shoe hit bines
  Ef I on`y w`ah eights an-a wanter w`ah nines;
  I hone fo` de rain, an` de sun hit shines,
  An` whilse I hunt de sun, hits de rain I fines.--
  O-a trim my lamp, an-a gyrd my lines!
    O de cross-bearin` chile--
      De cross-bearin` chile!

  I wade de wet, an` I walk de dry:
  I done tromp long, an` I done clim high;
  An` I pilgrim on ter de jasper sky,
  An` I taken de resk fo` ter cas` my eye
  Wha` de Gate swing wide an` de Lord draw nigh,
  An` de Trump hit blow, an` I hear de cry,--
  "You lay dat cross down by an` by!--
    O de Cross-bearin` Chile--
      Do Cross-bearin` Chile!"
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