<h2>III</h2>
<h3>PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR</h3>
<p><span class="dropcap">I</span>NCOMPARABLY the foremost exponent in verse of the life and character of
the Negro people has been Paul Laurence Dunbar. This gifted young poet
represented perfectly the lyric and romantic quality of the race, with
its moodiness, its abandon, its love of song, and its pathetic irony,
and his career has been the inspiration of thousands of the young men
and women whose problems he had to face, and whose aspirations he did so
much to realize.</p>
<p>Dunbar was born in Dayton, Ohio, June 27, 1872. His parents were
uneducated but earnest hard-working people, and throughout his life the
love of the poet for his mother was ever a dominating factor. From very
early years Dunbar made little attempts at rhyming; but what he
afterwards called his first poetical<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</SPAN></span> achievement was his recitation of
some original verses at a Sunday School Easter celebration when he was
thirteen years old. He attended the Steele High School in Dayton, where
he was the only Negro student in his class; and by reason of his modest
and yet magnetic personality, he became very popular with his
schoolmates. In his second year he became a member of the literary
society of the school, afterwards became president of the same, as well
as editor of <i>The High School Times</i>, a monthly student publication, and
on his completion of the course in 1891 he composed the song for his
class. Somewhat irregularly for the next two or three years Dunbar
continued his studies, but he never had the advantage of a regular
college education. On leaving the high school, after vainly seeking for
something better, he accepted a position as elevator boy, working for
four dollars a week. In 1893, at the World's Columbian Exposition in
Chicago, he was given a position by Frederick Douglass, who was in
charge of the exhibit from Hayti. "Oak and Ivy" appeared in 1893, and
"Majors and Minors" in 1895. These little books were privately printed;
Dunbar had to assume <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</SPAN></span>full responsibility for selling them, and not
unnaturally he had many bitter hours of discouragement. Asking people to
buy his verses grated on his sensitive nature, and he once declared to a
friend that he would never sell another book. Sometimes, however, he
succeeded beyond his highest hopes, and gradually, with the assistance
of friends, chief among whom was Dr. H. A. Tobey, of Toledo, the young
poet came into notice as a reader of his verses. William Dean Howells
wrote a full-page review of his poems in the issue of <i>Harper's Weekly</i>
that contained an account of William McKinley's first nomination for the
presidency. Dunbar was now fairly launched upon his larger fame, and
"Lyrics of Lowly Life," published by Dodd, Mead & Co. in 1896,
introduced him to the wider reading public. This book is deservedly the
poet's best known. It contained the richest work of his youth and was
really never surpassed. In 1897 Dunbar enhanced his reputation as a
reader of his own poems by a visit to England. About this time he was
very busy, writing numerous poems and magazine articles, and meeting
with a success that was so much greater than<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</SPAN></span> that of most of the poets
of the day that it became a vogue. In October, 1897, through the
influence of Robert G. Ingersoll, he secured employment as an assistant
in the reading room of the Library of Congress, Washington; but he gave
up this position after a year, for the confinement and his late work at
night on his own account were making rapid inroads upon his health. On
March 6, 1898, Dunbar was married to Alice Ruth Moore, of New Orleans,
who also had become prominent as a writer. Early in 1899 he went South,
visiting Tuskegee and other schools, and giving many readings. Later in
the same year he went to Colorado in a vain search for health. Books
were now appearing in rapid succession, short story collections and
novels as well as poems. "The Uncalled," written in London, reflected
the poet's thought of entering the ministry. It was followed by "The
Love of Landry," a Colorado story; "The Fanatics," and "The Sport of the
Gods." Collections of short stories were, "Folks from Dixie," "The
Strength of Gideon," "In Old Plantation Days," and "The Heart of Happy
Hollow." Volumes of verse were "Lyrics of the Hearthside,"<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</SPAN></span> "Lyrics of
Love and Laughter," "Lyrics of Sunshine and Shadow," as well as several
specially illustrated volumes. Dunbar bought a home in Dayton, where he
lived with his mother. His last years were a record of sincere
friendships and a losing fight against disease. He died February 9,
1906. He was only thirty-three, but he "had existed millions of years."</p>
<div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/003.jpg" width-obs="332" height-obs="500" alt="PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR" title="PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR" /> <span class="caption">PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR</span> <p class="padding"></p> </div>
<p>Unless his novels are considered as forming a distinct class, Dunbar's
work falls naturally into three divisions: the poems in classic English,
those in dialect, and the stories in prose. It was his work in the Negro
dialect that was his distinct contribution to American literature. That
this was not his desire may be seen from the eight lines entitled, "The
Poet," in which he longed for success in the singing of his "deeper
notes" and spoke of his dialect as "a jingle in a broken tongue." Any
criticism of Dunbar's classic English verse will have to reckon with the
following poems: "Ere Sleep Comes Down to Soothe the Weary Eyes," "The
Poet and His Song," "Life," "Promise and Fulfillment," "Ships That Pass
in the Night," and "October." In the pure<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</SPAN></span> flow of lyrical verse the
poet rarely surpassed his early lines:<SPAN name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</SPAN></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">How questioneth the soul that other soul—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The inner sense which neither cheats nor lies,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">But self exposes unto self, a scroll<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Full writ with all life's acts unwise or wise,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">In characters indelible and known;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">So, trembling with the shock of sad surprise,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The soul doth view its awful self alone,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes.<br/></span></div>
</div>
<div class="footnote"><p><SPAN name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></SPAN><SPAN href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></SPAN> As stated in the Preface, we are under obligations to Dodd,
Mead & Co. for permission to use the quotations from Dunbar. These are
covered by copyright by this firm, as follows: "Ere Sleep Comes Down to
Soothe the Weary Eyes," "The Poet and his Song," and "Life," 1896;
"Lullaby," 1899; and "Compensation," 1905.</p>
</div>
<p>"The Poet and his Song" is also distinguished for its simplicity and its
lyric quality:</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A song is but a little thing,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And yet what joy it is to sing!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">In hours of toil it gives me zest,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And when at eve I long for rest;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">When cows come home along the bars,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And in the fold I hear the bell,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">As night, the Shepherd, herds his stars,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">I sing my song, and all is well.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i5">* * * * *<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sometimes the sun, unkindly hot,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">My garden makes a desert spot;</span><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</SPAN></span><br/>
<span class="i0">Sometimes a blight upon the tree<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Takes all the fruit away from me;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And then with throes of bitter pain<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Rebellious passions rise and swell;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">But life is more than fruit or grain,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And so I sing, and all is well.<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>The two stanzas entitled "Life" have probably been quoted more than any
other lines written by the poet:</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A minute to smile and an hour to weep in,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">A pint of joy to a peck of trouble,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And never a laugh but the moans come double;<br/></span>
<span class="i7">And that is life.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A crust and a corner that love makes precious,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">With a smile to warm and the tears to refresh us;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And joy seems sweeter when cares come after,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter;<br/></span>
<span class="i7">And that is life.<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>"Promise and Fulfillment" was especially admired by Mrs. Minnie Maddern
Fiske, who frequently recited it with never-failing applause. Of the
poet's own reading of "Ships that Pass in the Night" on one occasion,
Brand Whitlock wrote: "That last evening he recited—oh! what a voice he
had—his 'Ships that Pass in the Night.' I can hear<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</SPAN></span> him now and see the
expression on his fine face as he said, 'Passing! Passing!' It was
prophetic."</p>
<p>Other pieces, no more distinguished in poetic quality, are of special
biographical interest. "Robert Gould Shaw" was the expression of
pessimism as to the Negro's future in America. "To Louise" was addressed
to the young daughter of Dr. Tobey, who, on one occasion, when the poet
was greatly depressed, in the simple way of a child cheered him by her
gift of a rose. "The Monk's Walk" reflects the poet's thought of being a
preacher. Finally, there is the swan song, "Compensation," contributed
to <i>Lippincott's</i>, eight exquisite lines:</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Because I had loved so deeply,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Because I had loved so long,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">God in his great compassion<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Gave me the gift of song.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Because I have loved so vainly,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And sung with such faltering breath,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The Master in infinite mercy<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Offers the boon of Death.<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>The dialect poems suffer by quotation, being artistic primarily as
wholes. Of these, by com<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</SPAN></span>mon consent, the masterpiece is, "When Malindy
Sings," a poem inspired by the singing of the poet's mother. Other
pieces in dialect that have proved unusually successful, especially as
readings, are "The Rivals," "A Coquette Conquered," "The Ol' Tunes," "A
Corn-Song," "When de Co'n Pone's Hot," "How Lucy Backslid," "The Party,"
"At Candle-Lightin' Time," "Angelina," "Whistling Sam," "Two Little
Boots," and "The Old Front Gate." Almost all of these poems represent
the true humorist's blending of humor and pathos, and all of them
exemplify the delicate and sympathetic irony of which Dunbar was such a
master. As representative of the dialect verse at its best, attention
might be called to a little poem that was included in the illustrated
volume, "Candle-Lightin' Time," but that, strangely enough, was omitted
from both of the larger editions of the poems, very probably because the
title, "Lullaby," was used more than once by the poet:</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Kiver up yo' haid, my little lady,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Hyeah de win' a-blowin' out o' do's,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Don' you kick, ner projick wid de comfo't,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Less'n fros'll bite yo' little toes.</span><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</SPAN></span><br/>
<span class="i0">Shut yo' eyes, an' snuggle up to mammy;<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Gi' me bofe yo' han's, I hol' 'em tight;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Don' you be afeard, an' 'mence to trimble<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Des ez soon ez I blows out de light.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Angels is a-mindin' you, my baby,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Keepin' off de Bad Man in de night.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Whut de use o' bein' skeered o' nuffin'?<br/></span>
<span class="i2">You don' fink de da'kness gwine to bite?<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Whut de crackin' soun' you hyeah erroun' you?—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Lawsy, chile, you tickles me to def!—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Dat's de man what brings de fros', a-paintin'<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Picters on de winder wid his bref.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Mammy ain' afeard, you hyeah huh laughin'?<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Go 'way, Mistah Fros', you can't come in;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Baby ain' erceivin' folks dis evenin',<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Reckon dat you'll have to call ag'in.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Curl yo' little toes up so, my 'possum—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Umph, but you's a cunnin' one fu' true!—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Go to sleep, de angels is a-watchin',<br/></span>
<span class="i2">An' yo' mammy's mindin' of you, too.<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>The short stories of Dunbar would have been sufficient to make his
reputation, even if he had not written his poems. One of the best
technically is "Jimsella," from the "Folks from Dixie" volume. This
story exhibits the pathos of the life of unskilled Negroes in the North,
and the leading of a little child. In the sureness with which it moves
to its con<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</SPAN></span>clusion it is a beautiful work of art. "A Family Feud" shows
the influence of an old servant in a wealthy Kentucky family. In similar
vein is "Aunt Tempe's Triumph." "The Walls of Jericho" is an exposure of
the methods of a sensational preacher. Generally these stories attempt
no keen satire, but only a faithful portrayal of conditions as they are,
or, in most cases, as they were in ante-bellum days. Dunbar's novels are
generally weaker than his short stories, though "The Sport of the Gods,"
because of its study of a definite phase of life, rises above the
others. Nor are his occasional articles especially strong. He was
eminently a lyric poet. By his graceful and beautiful verse it is that
he has won a distinct place in the history of American literature.</p>
<p>By his genius Paul Laurence Dunbar attracted the attention of the great,
the wise, and the good. His bookcase contained many autograph copies of
the works of distinguished contemporaries. The similarity of his
position in American literature to that of Burns in English has
frequently been pointed out. In our own time he most readily invites
comparison<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</SPAN></span> with James Whitcomb Riley. The writings of both men are
distinguished by infinite tenderness and pathos. But above all worldly
fame, above even the expression of a struggling people's heart, was the
poet's own striving for the unattainable. There was something heroic
about him withal, something that links him with Keats, or, in this
latter day, with Rupert Brooke and Alan Seeger. He yearned for love, and
the world rushed on; then he smiled at death and was universally loved.</p>
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