When labor is light and the morning is fair 70 When Phyllis sighs and from her eyes 175 When storms arise 66 When summer time has come, and all 280 When the bees are humming in the honeysuckle vine 215 When the corn's all cut and the bright stalks shine 16 When to sweet music my lady is dancing 175 When winter covering all the ground 275 When you and I were young, the days 24 Who dat knockin' at de do'? 184 Who say my hea't ain't true to you? 133 Whose little lady is you, chile 198 Whut dat you whisperin' keepin' f'om me? 136 Whut time 'd dat clock strike? 254 Whut you say, dah? huh, uh! chile 153 Why fades a dream? 77 Why was it that the thunder voice of Fate 221 Will I have some mo' dat pie? 203 Win' a-blowin' gentle so de san' lay low 191 Wintah, summah, snow er shine 178 Wintah time hit comin' 241 With sombre mien, the evening gray 123 With what thou gavest me, O Master 276 Within a London garret high 96 Woman's sho' a cur'ous critter, an' dey ain't no doubtin' dat 170 Yes, my ha't 's ez ha'd ez stone 62 Yesterday I held your hand 257 You ask why I am sad to-day 220 You bid me hold my peace 286 You kin talk about yer anthems 53 You'll be wonderin' whut's de reason 131 Your presence like a benison to me 266 Your spoken words are roses fine and sweet 270 LYRICS OF LOWLY LIFE ERE SLEEP COMES DOWN TO SOOTHE THE WEARY EYES Ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes, Which all the day with ceaseless care have sought The magic gold which from the seeker flies; Ere dreams put on the gown and cap of thought, And make the waking world a world of lies,-- Of lies most palpable, uncouth, forlorn, That say life's full of aches and tears and sighs,-- Oh, how with more than dreams the soul is torn, Ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes.