POEMS

Harlem
By Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

      Does it dry up
      like a raisin in the sun?
      Or fester like a sore—
      And then run?
      Does it stink like rotten meat?
      Or crust and sugar over—
      like a syrupy sweet?

      Maybe it just sags
      like a heavy load.

      Or does it explode?


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Mother to Son
By Langston Hughes

Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—

Bare.

But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.

So boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now—
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',

And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.



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Sermons We See
by
Edgar Guest


I'd rather see a sermon than hear one any day; 
I'd rather one should walk with me than merely tell the way. 
The eye's a better pupil and more willing than the ear, 
Fine counsel is confusing, but example's always clear; 
And the best of all the preachers are the men who live their creeds, 
For to see good put in action is what everybody needs.

I soon can learn to do it if you'll let me see it done; 
I can watch your hands in action, but your tongue too fast may run. 
And the lecture you deliver may be very wise and true, 
But I'd rather get my lessons by observing what you do; 
For I might misunderstand you and the high advice you give, 
But there's no misunderstanding how you act and how you live.

When I see a deed of kindness, I am eager to be kind. 
When a weaker brother stumbles and a strong man stays behind 
Just to see if he can help him, then the wish grows strong in me 
To become as big and thoughtful as I know that friend to be. 
And all travelers can witness that the best of guides today 
Is not the one who tells them, but the one who shows the way.

One good man teaches many, men believe what they behold; 
One deed of kindness noticed is worth forty that are told. 
Who stands with men of honor learns to hold his honor dear, 
For right living speaks a language which to every one is clear. 
Though an able speaker charms me with his eloquence, I say, 
I'd rather see a sermon than to hear one, any day.


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It Couldn't Be Done
By Edgar Albert Guest

Somebody said that it couldn't be done
      But he with a chuckle replied
That 'maybe it couldn't,' but he would be one
      Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
      On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
      That couldn't be done, and he did it!

Somebody scoffed: 'Oh, you'll never do that;
      At least no one ever has done it;'
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat
      And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
      Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
      That couldn't be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
      There are thousands to prophesy failure,
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
      The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
      Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing
      That 'cannot be done,' and you'll do it.


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Grambling Fight Song

Fight! For dear old Grambling

  Fight! We're gonna win

Light! The torch of victory,

  We will win this game

Rah! Rah! Rah!

  Fight! For dear old Grambling

Fight! We're gonna win

  There's no doubt that we are

Pride of the USA!


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Grambling Alma Mater


Old Grambling, dear Grambling
We love thee, dear old Grambling


We're loyal to thee, our dear old School
We'll fight for thee forevermore
And when life's game is fought and won
The hills will ring with victory's song


Old Grambling, dear Grambling
We love thee, dear old Grambling
Old Grambling, dear Grambling
We love thee, dear old Grambling


Long may thee stand 'til all the land
Has felt the worth of thy great hand
And when thy sons to battle go
The hills will ring from shore to shore


Old Grambling, dear Grambling
We love thee, dear old Grambling