The Book of American Negro Poetry by Unknown
page 104 of 202 (51%)
page 104 of 202 (51%)
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And beasts and birds
Swam the rivers and the seas, Roamed the forests and the woods, And split the air with their wings. And God said, _"That's good!"_ Then God walked around, And God looked around On all that He had made. He looked at His sun, And He looked at His moon, 'And He looked at His little stars; He looked on His world With all its living things, And God said, _"I'm lonely still."_ Then God sat down On the side of a hill where He could think; By a deep, wide river He sat down; With His head in His hands, God thought and thought, Till He thought, _"I'll make me a man!"_ Up from the bed of the river God scooped the clay; And by the bank of the river He kneeled Him down; And there the great God Almighty Who lit the sun and fixed it in the sky, Who flung the stars to the most far corner of the night, |
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