But A Prayer That He Sends From

Oh, How With More Than Dreams The Soul Is Torn, Ere Sleep Comes Down To Soothe The Weary Eyes.

We Wear The Mask That Grins And Lies, It Hides Our Cheeks And Shades Our Eyes,- - This Debt We Pay To Human Guile; With Torn And Bleeding Hearts We Smile And Mouth With Myriad Subtleties. Why Should The World Be Otherwise, In Counting All Our Tears And Sighs? Nay, Let Them Only See Thus, While We Wear The Mask. We Smile, But, O Great Christ, Our Cries To Thee From Tortured Souls Arise. We Sing, But Oh The Clay Is Vile Beneath Our Feet, And Long The Mile; But Let The World Dream Otherwise, We Wear The Mask!

The Age Is Materialistic. Verse Isn't. I Must Be With The Age, So I Am Writing Prose.

I Know What The Caged Bird Feels, Alas!

People Are Taking It For Granted That [the Negro] Ought Not To Work With His Head. And It Is So Easy For These People Among Whom We Are Living To Believe This; It Flatters And Satisfies Their Self-complacency.