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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Just Whistle A Bit
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Just whistle a bit, if the day be dark,
    And the sky be overcast:
  If mute be the voice of the piping lark,
    Why, pipe your own small blast.

  And it`s wonderful how o`er the gray sky-track
  The truant warbler comes stealing back.
  But why need he come? for your soul`s at rest,
  And the song in the heart,--ah, that is best.

  Just whistle a bit, if the night be drear
    And the stars refuse to shine:
  And a gleam that mocks the starlight clear
    Within you glows benign.

  Till the dearth of light in the glooming skies
  Is lost to the sight of your soul-lit eyes.
  What matters the absence of moon or star?
  The light within is the best by far.

  Just whistle a bit, if there `s work to do,
    With the mind or in the soil.
  And your note will turn out a talisman true
    To exorcise grim Toil.

  It will lighten your burden and make you feel
  That there `s nothing like work as a sauce for a meal.
  And with song in your heart and the meal in--its place,
  There `ll be joy in your bosom and light in your face.

  Just whistle a bit, if your heart be sore;
  `Tis a wonderful balm for pain.
  Just pipe some old melody o`er and o`er
    Till it soothes like summer rain.

  And perhaps `t would be best in a later day,
  When Death comes stalking down the way,
  To knock at your bosom and see if you `re fit,
  Then, as you wait calmly, just whistle a bit.
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