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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Faith
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I`S a-gittin` weary of de way dat people do,
De folks dat`s got dey `ligion in dey fiahplace an` flue;
Dey`s allus somep`n comin` so de spit`ll have to turn, 
An` hit tain`t no p`oposition fu` to mek de hickory bu`n.
Ef de sweet pertater fails us an` de go`geous yallah yam,
We kin tek a bit o` comfo`t f`om ouah sto` o` summah jam.
W`en de snow hit git to flyin`, dat`s de Mastah`s own desiah,
De Lawd`ll run de wintah an` yo` mammy`ll run de fiah.
I ain` skeered because de win` hit staht to rain and blow,
I ain`t bothahed w`en he come er rattlin` at de do`,
Let him taih hisse`f an` shout, let him blow an` bawl,
Dat`s de time de branches shek an` bresh-wood `mence to fall.
W`en de sto`m er railin` an` de shettahs blowin` `bout,
Dat de time de fiah-place crack hits welcome out. 
Tain` my livin` business fu` to trouble ner enquiah
De Lawd`ll min` de wintah an` my mammy`ll min` de fiah.
Ash-cake allus gits ez brown w`en February`s hyeah
Ez it does in bakin` any othah time o` yeah.
De bacon smell ez callin`-like, de kittle rock an` sing,
De same way in de wintah dat dey do it in de spring;
Dey ain`t no use in mopin` `round an` lookin` mad an` glum
Erbout de wintah season, fu` hit`s des plumb boun` to come;
An` ef it comes to runnin` t`ings I`s willin` to retiah,
De Lawd`ll min` de wintah an` my mammy`ll min` de fiah.
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