How Samson Bore Away the Gates of Gaza

(A Negro Sermon.)      Once, in a night as black as ink,      She drove him out when he would not drink.      Round the house there were men in wait      Asleep in rows by the Gaza gate.      But the Holy Spirit was in this man.      Like a gentle wind he crept and ran.      ("It is midnight," said the big town clock.)      He lifted the gates up, post and lock.      The hole in the wall was high and wide      When he bore away old Gaza's pride      Into the deep of the night: -      The bold Jack Johnson Israelite, -      Samson -      The Judge,      The Nazarite.      The air was black, like the smoke of a dragon.      Samson's heart was as big as a wagon.      He sang like a shining golden fountain.      He sweated up to the top of the mountain.      He threw down the gates with a noise like judgment.      And the quails all ran with the big arousement.      But he wept - "I must not love tough queens,      And spend on them my hard earned means.      I told that girl I would drink no more.      Therefore she drove me from her door.      Oh sorrow!      Sorrow!      I cannot hide.      Oh Lord look down from your chariot side.      You made me Judge, and I am not wise.      I am weak as a sheep for all my size."             Let Samson             Be coming             Into your mind.      The moon shone out, the stars were gay.      He saw the foxes run and play.      He rent his garments, he rolled around      In deep repentance on the ground.      Then he felt a honey in his soul.      Grace abounding made him whole.      Then he saw the Lord in a chariot blue.      The gorgeous stallions whinnied and flew.      The iron wheels hummed an old hymn-tune      And crunched in thunder over the moon.      And Samson shouted to the sky:      "My Lord, my Lord is riding high."      Like a steed, he pawed the gates with his hoof.      He rattled the gates like rocks on the roof,      And danced in the night      On the mountain-top,      Danced in the deep of the night:      The Judge, the holy Nazarite,      Whom ropes and chains could never bind.             Let Samson             Be coming             Into your mind.      Whirling his arms, like a top he sped.      His long black hair flew round his head      Like an outstretched net of silky cord,      Like a wheel of the chariot of the Lord.             Let Samson             Be coming             Into your mind.      Samson saw the sun anew.      He left the gates in the grass and dew.      He went to a county-seat a-nigh.      Found a harlot proud and high:      Philistine that no man could tame -      Delilah was her lady-name.      Oh sorrow,      Sorrow,      She was too wise.      She cut off his hair,      She put out his eyes.             Let Samson             Be coming             Into your mind.