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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416453" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>O Black And Unknown Bards</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416453" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O black and unknown bards of long ago,<br>How came your lips to touch the sacred fire?<br>How, in your darkness, did you come to know<br>The power and beauty of the minstrel's lyre?<br>Who first from midst his bonds lifted his eyes?<br>Who first from out the still watch, lone and long,<br>Feeling the ancient faith of prophets rise<br>Within his dark-kept soul, burst into song?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416453" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Heart of what slave poured out such melody<br>As 'Steal away to Jesus'? On its strains<br>His spirit must have nightly floated free,<br>Though still about his hands he felt his chains.<br>Who heard great 'Jordan roll'? Whose starward eye<br>Saw chariot 'swing low'? And who was he<br>That breathed that comforting, melodic sigh,<br>'Nobody knows de trouble I see'?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416453" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">What merely living clod, what captive thing,<br>Could up toward God through all its darkness grope,<br>And find within its deadened heart to sing<br>These songs of sorrow, love and faith, and hope?<br>How did it catch that subtle undertone,<br>That note in music heard not with the ears?<br>How sound the elusive reed so seldom blown,<br>Which stirs the soul or melts the heart to tears.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416453" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Not that great German master in his dream<br>Of harmonies that thundered amongst the stars<br>At the creation, ever heard a theme<br>Nobler than 'Go down, Moses.' Mark its bars<br>How like a mighty trumpet-call they stir<br>The blood. Such are the notes that men have sung<br>Going to valorous deeds; such tones there were<br>That helped make history when Time was young.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416453" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There is a wide, wide wonder in it all,<br>That from degraded rest and servile toil<br>The fiery spirit of the seer should call<br>These simple children of the sun and soil.<br>O black slave singers, gone, forgot, unfamed,<br>You - you alone, of all the long, long line<br>Of those who've sung untaught, unknown, unnamed,<br>Have stretched out upward, seeking the divine.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416453" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You sang not deeds of heroes or of kings;<br>No chant of bloody war, no exulting pean<br>Of arms-won triumphs; but your humble strings<br>You touched in chord with music empyrean.<br>You sting far better than you knew; the songs<br>That for your listeners' hungry hearts sufficed<br>Still live, - but more than this to you belongs:<br>You sang a race from wood and stone to Christ.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=James+Weldon+Johnson">James Weldon Johnson</a></strong></div>