DE trees is bendin' in de sto'm, De rain done hid de mountain's fo'm, I 's 'lone an' in distress. But listen, dah 's a voice I hyeah, A-sayin' to me, loud an' cleah, "Lay low in de wildaness." De lightnin' flash, de bough sway low, My po' sick hea't is trimblin' so, It hu'ts my very breas'. But him dat give de lightnin' powah Jes' bids me in de tryin' howah "Lay low in de wildaness." O brothah, w'en de tempes' beat, An' w'en yo' weary head an' feet Can't fin' no place to res', Jes' 'membah dat de Mastah 's nigh, An' putty soon you 'll hyeah de cry, "Lay low in de wildaness." O sistah, w'en de rain come down, An' all yo' hopes is 'bout to drown, Don't trus' de Mastah less. He smilin' w'en you t'ink he frown, He ain' gwine let yo' soul sink down -- Lay low in de wildaness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIAMMETTA: SONNET. TO DANTE IN PARADISE by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO A DOG'S VIGIL by MARGARET E. BRUNER REPLY TO SOME VERSES OF J.M.B. PIGOT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE BOOTLEGGER by STANLEY H. CAUFFMAN FOR THE NEW YEAR 1731 by COLLEY CIBBER |