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Paul Laurence Dunbar - The Lesson
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MY cot was down by a cypress grove,
And I sat by my window the whole night long,
And heard well up from the deep dark wood
A mocking-bird`s passionate song.
And I thought of myself so sad and lone,
And my life`s cold winter that knew no spring;
Of my mind so weary and sick and wild,
Of my heart too sad to sing.
But e`en as I listened the mock-bird`s song,
A thought stole into my saddened heart,
And I said, "I can cheer some other soul
By a carol`s simple art."
For oft from the darkness of hearts and lives
Come songs that brim with joy and light,
As out of the gloom of the cypress grove
The mocking-bird sings at night.
So I sang a lay for a brother`s ear
In a strain to soothe his bleeding heart,
And he smiled at the sound of my voice and lyre,
Though mine was a feeble art. 
But at his smile I smiled in turn,
And into my soul there came a ray:
In trying to soothe another`s woes
Mine own had passed away.
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