Ever At Thy Glowing Altar

We Were Not Made To Eternally Weep.

Dame Poverty Gave Me My Name, And Pain Godfathered Me.

If I Am Going To Be A Poet At All, I Am Going To Be Poet And Not Negro Poet.

Give But A Grain Of The Heart's Rich Seed, Confine Some Under Cover, And When Love Goes, Bid Him God-speed. And Find Another Lover.

I Doubt Not God Is Good, Well-meaning, Kind