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1872–1906

JOGGIN’ ERLONG

Paul Laurence Dunbar

De da'kest hour, dey allus say, Is des’ befo’ de dawn, But it's moughty ha'd a-waitin’ W'ere de night goes frownin’ on;

An’ it's moughty ha'd a-hopin’ W'en de clouds is big an’ black, An’ all de t'ings you‘ s waited fu’ Has failed, er gone to wrack —

But des’ keep on a-joggin’ wid a little bit o’ song, De mo'n is allus brightah w'en de night's been long. Dey‘ s lots o’ knocks you‘ s got to tek Befo’ yo’ journey‘ s done,

An’ dey‘ s times w'en you‘ ll be wishin’ Dat de weary race was run; W'en you want to give up tryin’ An’ des’ float erpon de wave,

W'en you do n't feel no mo’ sorrer Ez you t'ink erbout de grave — Den, des’ keep on a-joggin’ wid a little bit o’ song, De mo'n is allus brightah w'en de night's been long.

De whup-lash sting a good deal mo’ De back hit‘ s knowed befo’, An’ de burden‘ s allus heavies’ Whaih hits weight has made a so’;

Dey is times w'en tribulation Seems to git de uppah han’ An’ to whip de weary trav'lah ‘ Twell he ai n't got stren'th to stan’ —

But des’ keep on a-joggin’ wid a little bit o’ song, De mo'n is allus brightah w'en de night's been long.

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