The Night Whose Sable Breast

Africa? A Book One Thumbs Listlessly, Till Slumber Comes.

Whatever Lives Is Granted Breath But By The Grace And Sufferance Of Death.

Quaint, Outlandish Heathen Gods Black Men Fashion Out Of Rods

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

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.