W'en I Gits Home
Wadin' In De Crick
Warm Day In Winter, A
Warrior's Prayer, The
We Wear the Mask
What's The Use
When A Feller's Itchin' To Be Spanked
When All Is Done
When De Co'n Pone's Hot
When Dey Listed Colored Soldiers
When Malindy Sings
When Sam'l Sings
When The Old Man Smokes
Whip-Poor-Will And Katy-Did
Why Fades a Dream?
Wind and the Sea, The
Winter's Day, A
With The Lark
When all is done, and my last word is said,
And ye who loved me murmur, "He is dead,"
Let no one weep, for fear that I should know,
And sorrow too that ye should sorrow so.
When all is done and in the oozing clay,
Ye lay this cast-off hull of mine away,
Pray not for me, for, after long despair,
The quiet of the grave will be a prayer.
For I have suffered loss and grievous pain,
The hurts of hatred and the world's disdain,
And wounds so deep that love, well-tried and pure,
Had not the pow'r to ease them or to cure.
When all is done, say not my day is o'er,
And that thro' night I seek a dimmer shore:
Say rather that my morn has just begun,--
I greet the dawn and not a setting sun,
When all is done.