It Is From The Blues That All

This Great God, Like A Mammy Bending Over Her Baby, Kneeled Down In The Dust Toiling Over A Lump Of Clay Till He Shaped It In His Own Image.

When One Has Seen Something Of The World And Human Nature, One Must Conclude, After All, That Between People In Like Stations Of Life There Is Very Little Difference The World Over.

Labor Is The Fabled Magician's Wand, The Philosophers Stone, And The Cap Of Good Fortune.

Lift Every Voice And Sing Till Earth And Heaven Ring, Ring With The Harmonies Of Liberty. Let Our Rejoicing Rise High As The Listening Skies; Let It Resound Loud As The Rolling Sea.

You Are Young, Gifted, And Black. We Must Begin To Tell Our Young, There's A World Waiting For You, Yours Is The Quest That's Just Begun.