There is a heaven, for ever, day by day,
The upward longing of my soul doth tell me so.
There is a hell,
I'm quite as sure; for pray If there were not, where would my neighbours go?
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Paul Laurence Dunbar
Paul Laurence Dunbar (June 27, 1872 – February 9, 1906) was an American poet, novelist, and playwright of the late 19th and early 20th centuries…
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