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Paul Laurence Dunbar - `Long To`Ds Night
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DAIH`S a moughty soothin` feelin`
Hits a dahky man, 
`Long to`ds night.
W`en de row is mos` nigh ended,
Den he stops to fan,
`Long to`ds night.
De blue smoke f`om his cabin is a-callin` to him, "Come;"
He smell de bacon cookin`, an` he hyeah de fiah hum;
An` he `mence to sing, `dough wo`kin` putty nigh done made him dumb,
`Long to`ds night.
Wid his hoe erpon his shouldah
Den he goes erlong,
`Long to`ds night.
An` he keepin` time a-steppin`
Wid a little song,
`Long to`ds night.
De restin`-time`s a-comin`, an` de time to drink an` eat;
A baby`s toddlin` to`ds him on hits little dusty feet,
An` a-goin` to`ds his cabin, an` his suppah`s moughty sweet,
`Long to`ds night.Daih his Ca`line min` de kettle,
Rufus min` de chile,
`Long to`ds night; 
An` de sweat roll down his forred,
Mixin` wid his smile,
`Long to`ds night.
He toss his piccaninny, an` he hum a little chune;
De wo`kin` all is ovah, an` de suppah comin` soon;
De wo`kin` times`s Decembah, but de restin` time is June,
`Long to`ds night.
Dey`s a kin` o` doleful feelin`,
Hits a tendah place,
`Long to`ds night;
Dey`s a moughty glory in him
Shinin` thoo his face,
`Long to`ds night.
De cabin`s lak de big house, an` de fiah`s lak de sun;
His wife look moughty lakly, an` de chile de puttiest one;
W`y, hit`s blessid, jes` a-livin` w`en a body`s wo`k is done,
`Long to`ds night.
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