The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar · Paul Laurence Dunbar

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My neighbor lives on the hill,

And I in the valley dwell,

My neighbor must look down on me,

Must I look up?--ah, well,

My neighbor lives on the hill,

And I in the valley dwell.

My neighbor reads, and prays,

And I--I laugh, God wot,

And sing like a bird when the grass is green

In my small garden plot;

But ah, he reads and prays,

And I--I laugh, God wot.

His face is a book of woe,

And mine is a song of glee;

A slave he is to the great "They say,"

But I--I am bold and free;

No wonder he smacks of woe,

And I have the tang of glee.

My neighbor thinks me a fool,

"The same to yourself," say I;

"Why take your books and take your prayers,

Give me the open sky;"

My neighbor thinks me a fool,

"The same to yourself," say I.

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