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 So long as life is steeped in wrong,

And nations cry: "How long, how long!"

I look not to the wise and strong

For peace and self-possession:

But right will rise, and mercy shine,

And justice lift her conquering sign

Where lowly people starve and pine

Beneath a world oppression.

Significant as interpreting the character and temper of the Negro with whom today the white world has to deal, are the following lines from the blank verse poem entitled Armageddon:

Because ye schooled them in the arts of life,

And gave to them your God, and poured your blood

Into their veins to make them what they are,

They shall not fail you in your hour of need,

They hold in them enough of you to feel

All that has made you masters in your time—

The power of art and wealth, unending toil,

Proud types of beauty, an unbounded will

To Triumph, wondrous science, and old law—

These have they learned to value and to share.

If these poems, taken collectively, do not declare "what is on the Negro's mind," they yet truly reveal, to the reflecting person, what has sunk deep into his heart. They are therefore a message to America, a protest, an appeal, and a warning. They will penetrate, I predict, through breast armor of aes triplex into the hearts of those whom sermons and editorials fail to touch in the springs of action. Such is the virtue of music wed to persuasive words.

A sonnet entitled To a Caged Canary in a Negro Restaurant will present the poet's people and his own manner of poetic musing:

Thou little golden bird of happy song!

A cage cannot restrain the rapturous joy

Which thou dost shed abroad. Thou dost employ

Thy bondage for high uses. Grievous wrong

Is thine; yet in thy heart glows full and strong

The tropic sun, though far beyond thy flight,

And though thou flutterest there by day and night

Above the clamor of a dusky throng.

So let my will, albeit hedged about

By creed and caste, feed on the light within;

So let my song sing through the bars of doubt

With light and healing where despair has been;

So let my people bid their time and place,

A hindered but a sunny-hearted race.