My heart is pregnant with a great despair
With much beholding of my people’s care,
’Mid blinded prejudice and nurtured wrong,
Exhaling wantonly the days along:
I mark Faith’s fragile craft of cheering light
Tossing imperiled on the sea of night,
And then, enanguished, comes my heart’s low cry,
“God, God! I crave to learn the reason why!”
Again, in spirit loftily I soar
With wingèd vision through earth’s outer door,
In such an hour, it is mine to see,
In frowning fortune smiling destiny!
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Moods
by Georgia Douglas Johnson
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