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HOW SAMSON BORE AWAY THE GATES OF

GAZA

A Negro Sermon

Once, in a night as black as ink,

She drove him out when he would not drink.

Round the house there were men in wait

Asleep in rows by the Gaza gate.

But the Holy Spirit was in this man.
Like a gentle wind he crept and ran.
("It is midnight," said the big town clock.)

He lifted the gates up, post and lock.
The hole in the wall was high and wide
When he bore away old Gaza's pride
Into the deep of the night:
The bold Jack-Johnson Israelite-
Samson, the Judge, the Nazarite.

The air was black, like the smoke of a dragon.
Samson's heart was as big as a wagon.

He sang like a shining golden fountain;

He sweated up to the top of the mountain.

He threw down the gates with a noise like judgment.
And the quails all ran with the big arousement.

But he wept: "I must not love tough queens,
And spend on them my hard-earned means.
I told that girl I would drink no more.
Therefore she drove me from her door.

Oh, sorrow,,

Sorrow,

I cannot hide!

O Lord, look down from your chariot side!
You made me Judge, and I am not wise;
I am weak as a sheep for all my size."

Let Samson

Be coming

Into your mind.

The moon shone out, the stars were gay

He saw the foxes run and play.

He rent his garments, he rolled around

In deep repentance on the ground.

Then he felt a honey in his soul;
Grace abounding made him whole.
Then he saw the Lord in a chariot blue.
The gorgeous stallions whinnied and flew;
The iron wheels hummed an old hymn-tune
And crunched in thunder over the moon.
And Samson shouted to the sky:

"My Lord, my Lord is riding high."

Like a steed, he pawed the gates with his hoof; He rattled the gates like rocks on the roof, And danced in the night

On the mountain-top;

Danced in the deep of the night

The Judge, the holy Nazarite,

Whom ropes and chains could never bind.

Let Samson

Be coming

Into your mind.

Whirling his arms, like a top he sped;
His long black hair flew around his head
Like an outstretched net of silky cord,
Like a wheel of the chariot of the Lord.

Let Samson

Be coming

Into your mind.

Samson saw the sun anew.

He left the gates in the grass and dew.
He went to a county-seat a-nigh,
Found a harlot proud and high,

- Philistine that no man could tame-
Delilah was her lady-name.
Oh, sorrow,

Sorrow

She was too wise!

She cut off his hair,

She put out his eyes.

Let Samson

Be coming
Into your mind.

Vachel Lindsay

ON THE ROAD

HROLF'S THRALL HIS SONG

There be five things to a man's desire:
Kine flesh, roof-tree, his own fire,
Clean cup of sweet wine from goat's hide,
And through dark night one to lie beside.

Four things poor and homely be:
Hearth-fire, white cheese, own roof-tree,
True mead slow brewed with brown malt;
But a good woman is savor and salt.

Plow, shove deep through gray loam;
Hack, sword, hack for straw-thatch home;
Guard, buckler, guard both beast and human;
God, send true man his true woman!

DIFFERENCE

There was one who hated,
Then came to comprehend.
It is too late-I do not care
How very low he bend.

There was one who loved me

I paid the punctual debt.

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