Reach Up Your Hand... And Take A

When You Turn The Corner And You Run Into Yourself Then You Know That You Have Turned All The Corners That Are Left.

Rest At Pale Evening... A Tall Slim Tree... Night Coming Tenderly Black Like Me

Out Of Love, No Regrets-- Though The Goodness Be Wasted Forever. Out Of Love, No Regrets-- Though The Return Be Never.

I Will Not Take 'but' For An Answer. Negroes Have Been Looking At Democracy's 'but' Too Long.

Sometimes A Crumb Falls From The Tables Of Joy, Sometimes A Bone Is Flung. To Some People Love Is Given, To Others Only Heaven.