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He Had His Dream by Paul Laurence Dunbar

LibriVox Weekly PoemLibriVox volunteers bring you 18 recordings of:
“He Had His Dream” by Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906).

This was the weekly poetry project for July 14th to August 3rd, 2013.
(The time frame for this poem was extended due to an on-going server upgrade.)

Paul Laurence Dunbar was the first African-American to gain national eminence as a poet. Born in 1872 in Dayton, Ohio, he was the son of ex-slaves…. Although he lived to be only 33 years old, Dunbar was prolific, writing short stories, novels, librettos, plays, songs and essays as well as the poetry for which he became well known. He was popular with black and white readers of his day, and his works are celebrated today by scholars and school children alike.(Summary by Florence Short)

This project is catalogued at:
LibriVox and Internet Archive.
The poem text can also be found at this address.

My recording of this week’s poem has a running time of 1m 22s.
You can listen to it now, by clicking the following play button;
http://www.archive.org/download/hadhisdream_1308_librivox/hehadhisdream_dunbar_rn_64kb.mp3″

or feel free to download it in a choice of 3 formats:
mp3 128kb : mp3 64kb : ogg vorbis

The entire project, featuring all 18 readers of this week’s poem, is also available at this link.
The zip file size is 10.5MB with a total running time of 21m 48s.
All the files contained inside the zip are mp3, all with a bitrate of 64kb.

In addition to the readers, this audio book was produced by:
Book Coordinator: David Lawrence
Meta-Coordinator/Cataloging: David Lawrence

He Had His Dream

He had his dream, and all through life,
Worked up to it through toil and strife.
Afloat fore’er before his eyes,
It colored for him all his skies:
The storm-cloud dark
Above his bark,
The calm and listless vault of blue
Took on its hopeful hue,
It tinctured every passing beam—
He had his dream.

He labored hard and failed at last,
His sails too weak to bear the blast,
The raging tempests tore away
And sent his beating bark astray.
But what cared he
For wind or sea!
He said, “The tempest will be short,
My bark will come to port.”
He saw through every cloud a gleam—
He had his dream.

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