Only The Rich Are Lonesome.

Only The Rich Are Lonesome.

A Song Fluttered Down In The Form Of A Dove, And It Bore Me A Message, The One Word-love!

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Ah Me, When His Wing Is Bruised And His Bosom Sore,- When He Beats His Bars And Would Be Free; It Is Not A Carol Of Joy Or Glee, But A Prayer That He Sends From His Heart's Deep Core, But A Plea, That Upward To Heaven He Flings- I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings!

Taking It All In All And After All, Negro Life In Washington Is A Promise Rather Than A Fulfillment. But It Is Worthy Of Note For The Really Excellent Things Which Are Promised

All Play And No Work Makes Jack A Mere Toy.