I Have A Rendezvous With Life.

What Is Africa To Me: Copper Sun Or Scarlet Sea, Jungle Star Or Jungle Track, Strong Bronzed Men, Or Regal Black Women From Whose Loins I Sprang When The Birds Of Eden Sang?

The Night Whose Sable Breast Relieves The Stark, White Stars, Is No Less Lovely Being Dark

I Cut My Teeth As The Black Raccoon-- For Implements Of Battle.

The Key To All Strange Things Is In Thy Heart..../ My Spirit Has Come Home, That Sailed The Doubtful Seas.

Ever At Thy Glowing Altar Must My Heart Grow Sick And Falter, Wishing He I Served Were Black.