PORGY
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"Tell Peter tuh hold de do' open fuh me. I's comin' soon!" she cried.
"Yes, Gawd, goin' soon," responded a voice in the crowd. Others pressed about the grave, and the air was stabbed by scream on scream. Grief spent itself freely, terrifyingly.
Slowly the clashing sounds merged into the regular measure of a spiritual. Beautiful and poignant it rose, swelling out above the sounds of falling earth as the grave was filled:
"What yuh goin' ter do when yuh come out de wilderness,
Come out de wilderness,
Come out de wilderness;
What yuh goin' ter do when yuh come out de wilderness
Leanin' on my Lord.
Come out de wilderness,
Come out de wilderness;
What yuh goin' ter do when yuh come out de wilderness
Leanin' on my Lord.
"Leanin' on my Lord,
Leanin' on my Lord,
Leanin' on my Lord
Who died on Calvary."
Leanin' on my Lord,
Leanin' on my Lord
Who died on Calvary."
The music faded away in vague, uncertain minors. The mood of the crowd changed almost tangibly. There was an air of restless apprehension. Nervous glances
