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W.E.B. Du Bois (1868–1963).  The Souls of Black Folks.  1903.
Chapter XIV.
The Sorrow Songs
 
        I stroll by means of the churchyard
            To put this physique down;
        I do know moon-rise, I do know star-rise;
        I stroll within the moonlight, I stroll within the starlight;
        I ’ll lie within the grave and stretch out my arms,
        I ’ll go to judgment within the night of the day,
        And my soul and thy soul shall meet that day,
            Once I lay this physique down.
                NEGRO SONG.
  
THEY that walked in darkness sang songs within the olden days—Sorrow Songs—for they had been weary at coronary heart. And so earlier than every thought that I’ve written on this e-book I’ve set a phrase, a haunting echo of those bizarre previous songs during which the soul of the black slave spoke to males. Ever since I used to be a toddler these songs have stirred me unusually. They got here out of the South unknown to me, one after the other, and but without delay I knew them as of me and of mine. Then in after years after I got here to Nashville I noticed the good temple builded of those songs towering over the pale metropolis. To me Jubilee Corridor appeared ever product of the songs themselves, and its bricks had been purple with the blood and mud of toil. Out of them rose for me morning, midday, and evening, bursts of fantastic melody, filled with the voices of my brothers and sisters, filled with the voices of the previous.    1
  Little of magnificence has America given the world save the impolite grandeur God himself stamped on her bosom; the human spirit on this new world has expressed itself in vigor and ingenuity relatively than in magnificence. And so by fateful likelihood the Negro folk-song—the rhythmic cry of the slave—stands to-day not merely as the only real American music, however as essentially the most lovely expression of human expertise born this aspect the seas. It has been uncared for, it has been, and is, half despised, and above all it has been persistently mistaken and misunderstood; however however, it nonetheless stays because the singular religious heritage of the nation and the best present of the Negro folks.    2
  Away again within the thirties the melody of those slave songs stirred the nation, however the songs had been quickly half forgotten. Some, like “Close to the lake the place drooped the willow,” handed into present airs and their supply was forgotten; others had been caricatured on the “minstrel” stage and their reminiscence died away. Then in war-time got here the singular Port Royal experiment after the seize of Hilton Head, and maybe for the primary time the North met the Southern slave nose to nose and coronary heart to coronary heart with no third witness. The Sea Islands of the Carolinas, the place they met, had been stuffed with a black people of primitive kind, touched and moulded much less by the world about them than any others exterior the Black Belt. Their look was uncouth, their language humorous, however their hearts had been human and their singing stirred males with a mighty energy. Thomas Wentworth Higginson hastened to inform of those songs, and Miss McKim and others urged upon the world their uncommon magnificence. However the world listened solely half credulously till the Fisk Jubilee Singers sang the slave songs so deeply into the world’s coronary heart that it may possibly by no means wholly overlook them once more.    3
  There was as soon as a blacksmith’s son born at Cadiz, New York, who within the adjustments of time taught faculty in Ohio and helped defend Cincinnati from Kirby Smith. Then he fought at Chancellorsville and Gettysburg and at last served within the Freedman’s Bureau at Nashville. Right here he fashioned a Sunday-school class of black kids in 1866, and sang with them and taught them to sing. After which they taught him to sing, and when as soon as the glory of the Jubilee songs handed into the soul of George L. White, he knew his life-work was to let these Negroes sing to the world as that they had sung to him. So in 1871 the pilgrimage of the Fisk Jubilee Singers started. North to Cincinnati they rode,—4 half-clothed black boys and 5 girl-women,—led by a person with a trigger and a goal. They stopped at Wilberforce, the oldest of Negro colleges, the place a black bishop blessed them. Then they went, preventing chilly and hunger, shut out of inns, and cheerfully sneered at, ever northward; and ever the magic of their track saved thrilling hearts, till a burst of applause within the Congregational Council at Oberlin revealed them to the world. They got here to New York and Henry Ward Beecher dared to welcome them, although the metropolitan dailies sneered at his “Nigger Minstrels.” So their songs conquered until they sang throughout the land and throughout the ocean, earlier than Queen and Kaiser, in Scotland and Eire, Holland and Switzerland. Seven years they sang, and introduced again 100 and fifty thousand {dollars} to discovered Fisk College.    4
  Since their day they’ve been imitated—typically properly, by the singers of Hampton and Atlanta, typically unwell, by straggling quartettes. Caricature has sought once more to spoil the quaint fantastic thing about the music, and has crammed the air with many debased melodies which vulgar ears scarce know from the true. However the true Negro folk-song nonetheless lives within the hearts of those that have heard them really sung and within the hearts of the Negro folks.    5
  What are these songs, and what do they imply? I do know little of music and might say nothing in technical phrase, however I do know one thing of males, and understanding them, I do know that these songs are the articulate message of the slave to the world. They inform us in these keen days that life was joyous to the black slave, careless and blissful. I can simply consider this of some, of many. However not all of the previous South, although it rose from the useless, can gainsay the heart-touching witness of those songs. They’re the music of an sad folks, of the youngsters of disappointment; they inform of demise and struggling and voiceless longing towards a more true world, of misty wanderings and hidden methods.    6
  The songs are certainly the siftings of centuries; the music is way extra historic than the phrases, and in it we are able to hint right here and there indicators of improvement. My grandfather’s grandmother was seized by an evil Dutch dealer two centuries in the past; and coming to the valleys of the Hudson and Housatonic, black, little, and lithe, she shivered and shrank within the harsh north winds, seemed longingly on the hills, and sometimes crooned a heathen melody to the kid between her knees, thus:
          Do ba – na co – ba, ge – ne me, ge – ne me!
        Do ba – na co – ba, ge – ne me, ge – ne me!
        Ben d’ nu – li, nu – li, nu – li, nu – li, ben d’ le.
   7
  The kid sang it to his kids and so they to their kids’s kids, and so 200 years it has travelled right down to us and we sing it to our kids, understanding as little as our fathers what its phrases could imply, however understanding properly the that means of its music.    8
  This was primitive African music; it could be seen in bigger type within the unusual chant which heralds “The Coming of John”:
        “You might bury me within the East,
        You might bury me within the West,
        However I ’ll hear the trumpet sound in that morning,”
—the voice of exile.
   9
  Ten grasp songs, roughly, one could pluck from this forest of melody—songs of undoubted Negro origin and large common forex, and songs peculiarly attribute of the slave. Certainly one of these I’ve simply talked about. One other whose strains start this e-book is “No one is aware of the difficulty I ’ve seen.” When, struck with a sudden poverty, the US refused to fulfil its guarantees of land to the freedmen, a brigadier-general went right down to the Sea Islands to hold the information. An previous lady on the outskirts of the throng started singing this track; all of the mass joined along with her, swaying. And the soldier wept.   10
  The third track is the cradle-song of demise which all males know,—“Swing low, candy chariot,”—whose bars start the life story of “Alexander Crummell.” Then there may be the track of many waters, “Roll, Jordan, roll,” a mighty refrain with minor cadences. There have been many songs of the fugitive like that which opens “The Wings of Atalanta,” and the extra acquainted “Been a-listening.” The seventh is the track of the Finish and the Starting—“My Lord, what a mourning! when the celebrities start to fall”; a pressure of that is positioned earlier than “The Daybreak of Freedom.” The track of groping—“My manner ’s cloudy”—begins “The That means of Progress”; the ninth is the track of this chapter—“Wrestlin’ Jacob, the day is a-breaking,”—a pæan of hopeful strife. The final grasp track is the track of songs—“Steal away,”—sprung from “The Religion of the Fathers.”   11
  There are lots of others of the Negro folk-songs as hanging and attribute as these, as, as an illustration, the three strains within the third, eighth, and ninth chapters; and others I’m certain may simply choose on extra scientific ideas. There are, too, songs that appear to me a step faraway from the extra primitive varieties: there may be the maze-like medley, “Brilliant sparkles,” one phrase of which heads “The Black Belt”; the Easter carol, “Mud, mud and ashes”; the dirge, “My mom ’s took her flight and gone residence”; and that burst of melody hovering over “The Passing of the First-Born”—“I hope my mom shall be there in that stunning world on excessive.”   12
  These characterize a 3rd step within the improvement of the slave track, of which “You might bury me within the East” is the primary, and songs like “March on” (chapter six) and “Steal away” are the second. The primary is African music, the second Afro-American, whereas the third is a mixing of Negro music with the music heard within the foster land. The consequence continues to be distinctively Negro and the strategy of mixing authentic, however the components are each Negro and Caucasian. One may go additional and discover a fourth step on this improvement, the place the songs of white America have been distinctively influenced by the slave songs or have integrated complete phrases of Negro melody, as “Swanee River” and “Previous Black Joe.” Facet by aspect, too, with the expansion has gone the debasements and imitations—the Negro “minstrel” songs, lots of the “gospel” hymns, and among the modern “coon” songs,—a mass of music during which the novice could simply lose himself and by no means discover the true Negro melodies.   13
  In these songs, I’ve mentioned, the slave spoke to the world. Such a message is of course veiled and half articulate. Phrases and music have misplaced one another and new and cant phrases of a dimly understood theology have displaced the older sentiment. Now and again we catch a wierd phrase of an unknown tongue, because the “Mighty Myo,” which figures as a river of demise; extra usually slight phrases or mere doggerel are joined to music of singular sweetness. Purely secular songs are few in quantity, partly as a result of lots of them had been changed into hymns by a change of phrases, partly as a result of the frolics had been seldom heard by the stranger, and the music much less usually caught. Of practically all of the songs, nonetheless, the music is distinctly sorrowful. The ten grasp songs I’ve talked about inform in phrase and music of bother and exile, of strife and hiding; they grope towards some unseen energy and sigh for relaxation within the Finish.   14
  The phrases which are left to us should not with out curiosity, and, cleared of evident dross, they conceal a lot of actual poetry and that means beneath standard theology and unmeaning rhapsody. Like all primitive people, the slave stood close to to Nature’s coronary heart. Life was a “tough and rolling sea” just like the brown Atlantic of the Sea Islands; the “Wilderness” was the house of God, and the “lonesome valley” led to the lifestyle. “Winter ’ll quickly be over,” was the image of life and demise to a tropical creativeness. The sudden wild thunderstorms of the South awed and impressed the Negroes,—at instances the rumbling appeared to them “mournful,” at instances imperious:
        “My Lord calls me,
        He calls me by the thunder,
        The trumpet sounds it in my soul.”
  15
  The monotonous toil and publicity is painted in lots of phrases. One sees the ploughmen within the sizzling, moist furrow, singing:
        “Dere ’s no rain to moist you,
        Dere ’s no solar to burn you,
        Oh, push alongside, believer,
        I need to go residence.”
  16
  The bowed and bent previous man cries, with thrice-repeated wail:
        “O Lord, preserve me from sinking down,”
and he rebukes the satan of doubt who can whisper:
        “Jesus is useless and God ’s gone away.”
But the soul-hunger is there, the restlessness of the savage, the wail of the wanderer, and the plaint is put in a single little phrase:
        My soul needs some factor that’s new, that’s new
  17
  Over the interior ideas of the slaves and their relations one with one other the shadow of worry ever hung, in order that we get however glimpses right here and there, and likewise with them, eloquent omissions and silences. Mom and baby are sung, however seldom father; fugitive and weary wanderer name for pity and affection, however there may be little of wooing and marriage ceremony; the rocks and the mountains are well-known, however house is unknown. Unusual mixing of affection and helplessness sings by means of the chorus:
        “Yonder ’s my ole mudder,
        Been waggin’ at de hill so lengthy;
        ’Bout time she cross over,
        Git residence bime-by.”
Elsewhere comes the cry of the “motherless” and the “Farewell, farewell, my solely baby.”
  18
  Love-songs are scarce and fall into two classes—the frivolous and lightweight, and the unhappy. Of deep profitable love there may be ominous silence, and in one of many oldest of those songs there’s a depth of historical past and that means:
        Poor Ro – sy, poor gal; Poor Ro – sy,
        poor gal; Ro – sy break my poor coronary heart.
        Heav’n shall – a – be my residence.
A black lady mentioned of the track, “It may possibly’t be sung and not using a coronary heart and a troubled sperrit.” The identical voice sings right here that sings within the German folk-song:
        “Jetz Geh i’ an’s brunele, trink’ aber web.”
  19
  Of demise the Negro confirmed little worry, however talked of it familiarly and even fondly as merely a crossing of the waters, maybe—who is aware of?—again to his historic forests once more. Later days transfigured his fatalism, and amid the mud and filth the toiler sang:
        “Mud, mud and ashes, fly over my grave,
        However the Lord shall bear my spirit residence.”
  20
  The issues evidently borrowed from the encompassing world bear attribute change once they enter the mouth of the slave. Particularly is that this true of Bible phrases. “Weep, O captive daughter of Zion,” is quaintly changed into “Zion, weep-a-low,” and the wheels of Ezekiel are turned each manner within the mystic dreaming of the slave, until he says:
        “There ’s a little bit wheel a-turnin’ in-a-my coronary heart.”
  21
  As in olden time, the phrases of those hymns had been improvised by some main minstrel of the non secular band. The circumstances of the gathering, nonetheless, the rhythm of the songs, and the constraints of allowable thought, confined the poetry for essentially the most half to single or double strains, and so they seldom had been expanded to quatrains or longer tales, though there are some few examples of sustained efforts, mainly paraphrases of the Bible. Three brief sequence of verses have all the time attracted me,—the one which heads this chapter, of 1 line of which Thomas Wentworth Higginson has fittingly mentioned, “By no means, it appears to me, since man first lived and suffered was his infinite eager for peace uttered extra plaintively.” The second and third are descriptions of the Final Judgment,—the one a late improvisation, with some traces of out of doors affect:
        “Oh, the celebrities within the components are falling,
        And the moon drips away into blood,
        And the ransomed of the Lord are returning unto God,
        Blessed be the identify of the Lord.”
And the opposite earlier and homelier image from the low coast lands:
        “Michael, haul the boat ashore,
        Then you definately ’ll hear the horn they blow,
        Then you definately ’ll hear the trumpet sound,
        Trumpet sound the world round,
        Trumpet sound for wealthy and poor,
        Trumpet sound the Jubilee,
        Trumpet sound for you and me.”
  22
  By means of all of the sorrow of the Sorrow Songs there breathes a hope—a religion within the final justice of issues. The minor cadences of despair change usually to triumph and calm confidence. Generally it’s religion in life, typically a religion in demise, typically assurance of boundless justice in some honest world past. However whichever it’s, the that means is all the time clear: that someday, someplace, males will choose males by their souls and never by their skins. Is such a hope justified? Do the Sorrow Songs sing true?   23
  The silently rising assumption of this age is that the probation of races is previous, and that the backward races of to-day are of confirmed inefficiency and never definitely worth the saving. Such an assumption is the vanity of peoples irreverent towards Time and blind to the deeds of males. A thousand years in the past such an assumption, simply attainable, would have made it troublesome for the Teuton to show his proper to life. Two thousand years in the past such dogmatism, readily welcome, would have scouted the concept of blond races ever main civilization. So wofully unorganized is sociological data that the that means of progress, the that means of “swift” and “sluggish” in human doing, and the bounds of human perfectability, are veiled, unanswered sphinxes on the shores of science. Why ought to Æschylus have sung two thousand years earlier than Shakespeare was born? Why has civilization flourished in Europe, and flickered, flamed, and died in Africa? As long as the world stands meekly dumb earlier than such questions, shall this nation proclaim its ignorance and unhallowed prejudices by denying freedom of alternative to those that introduced the Sorrow Songs to the Seats of the Mighty?   24
  Your nation? How got here it yours? Earlier than the Pilgrims landed we had been right here. Right here we’ve got introduced our three items and mingled them with yours: a present of story and track—gentle, stirring melody in an ill-harmonized and unmelodious land; the present of sweat and brawn to beat again the wilderness, conquer the soil, and lay the foundations of this huge financial empire 200 years sooner than your weak arms may have finished it; the third, a present of the Spirit. Round us the historical past of the land has centred for thrice 100 years; out of the nation’s coronary heart we’ve got referred to as all that was greatest to throttle and subdue all that was worst; fireplace and blood, prayer and sacrifice, have billowed over this folks, and so they have discovered peace solely within the altars of the God of Proper. Nor has our present of the Spirit been merely passive. Actively we’ve got woven ourselves with the very warp and woof of this nation,—we fought their battles, shared their sorrow, mingled our blood with theirs, and technology after technology have pleaded with a headstrong, careless folks to despise not Justice, Mercy, and Fact, lest the nation be smitten with a curse. Our track, our toil, our cheer, and warning have been given to this nation in blood-brotherhood. Should not these items definitely worth the giving? Will not be this work and striving? Would America have been America with out her Negro folks?   25
  Even so is the hope that sang within the songs of my fathers properly sung. If someplace on this whirl and chaos of issues there dwells Everlasting Good, pitiful but masterful, then anon in His good time America shall rend the Veil and the prisoned shall go free. Free, free because the sunshine trickling down the morning into these excessive home windows of mine, free as yonder recent younger voices welling as much as me from the caverns of brick and mortar beneath—swelling with track, intuition with life, tremulous treble and darkening bass. My kids, my little kids, are singing to the sunshine, and thus they sing:
        Allow us to cheer the wea – ry trav – el – ler,
        Cheer the wea – ry trav – el – ler, Allow us to
        cheer the wea – ry trav – el – ler A –
        – lengthy the heav – en – ly manner,
  26
  And the traveller girds himself, and units his face towards the Morning, and goes his manner.   27
 

 

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