Sad am de Night

Sad am de night. Now de solemn tone
Creeps fum de erf to de heaben's throne,
Whah de stars an' moonbeams break forth bright,
Fo' to crown de worrul wif er sof', sweet, light.

Sad am de night. Now de lonesum, owl
Hoots 'cross de main to er fren'ly fowl,
An' de zephyrs sigh, and de cricket call
Fum de root an' branch and de vine-clad wall.

Sad am de night. How de heaben's pause,
Ez ef to ketch firmer hol de cause
Ub dis strange meanin' up whut am meant
Ub dis rapt silence an' sad content.

Sad am de night. Fum de sacred heights,
Whah gem sublime dem gran' strange lights,
I hyah de angels white robe throng
Now break forth saint in reverent song.

Sad am de night. Lurks er feelin' strange
Dat seemz to hah er boundless range.
It takes yo' back to olden days,
When fleet foot youth lent blissful rays.

Sad am de night. In letters bold
On night's great tablet am enscroll'd
Dat tells erf in er prophetic way
Ub dat eternal heabenly day.