Paul Laurence Dunbar - James Whitcomb RileyPaul Laurence Dunbar - James Whitcomb Riley
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(From a Westerner`s Point of View.)
No matter what you call it,
Whether genius, or art,
He sings the simple songs that come
The closest to your heart.
Fur trim an` skillful phrases,
I do not keer a jot;
`Tain`t the words alone, but feelin`s,
That tech the tender spot.
An` that`s jest why I love him,--
Why, he`s got sech human feelin`,
An` in ev`ry song he gives us,
You kin see it creepin`, stealin`,
Through the core the tears go tricklin`,
But the edge is bright an` smiley;
I never saw a poet
Like that poet Whitcomb Riley.
His heart keeps beatin` time with our`n
In measures fast or slow;
He tells us jest the same ol` things
Our souls have learned to know.
He paints our joys an` sorrers
In a way so stric`ly true,
That a body can`t help knowin`
That he has felt them too.
If there`s a lesson to be taught,
He never fears to teach it,
An` he puts the food so good an` low
That the humblest one kin reach it.
Now in our time, when poets rhyme
For money, fun, or fashion,
`Tis good to hear one voice so clear
That thrills with honest passion.
So let the others build their songs,
An` strive to polish highly,--
There`s none of them kin tech the heart
Like our own Whitcomb Riley.
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