You are sweet, O Love, dear Love,You are soft as the nesting dove.Come to my heart and bring it restAs the bird flies home to its welcome nest. Paul Laurence Dunbar More Quotes by Paul Laurence Dunbar More Quotes From Paul Laurence Dunbar Slight was the thing I bought, small was the debt I thought, Poor was the loan at best - God! but the interest! Paul Laurence Dunbar best-god debt poor This, this indeed is to be accursed, For if we mortals love, or if we sing, We count our joys not by what we have, But by what kept us from that perfect thing. Paul Laurence Dunbar ifs perfect joy The age is materialistic. Verse isn't. I must be with the age, so I am writing prose. Paul Laurence Dunbar materialistic age writing Oh, how with more than dreams the soul is torn, ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes. Paul Laurence Dunbar eye dream sleep It's all a farce, - these tales they tell About the breezes sighing, And moans astir o'er field and dell, Because the year is dying. Paul Laurence Dunbar farce dying years But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core. Paul Laurence Dunbar caged-birds prayer heart
