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William Stanley Braithwaite
I am glad...
I am glad daylong for the gift of song,
For time and change and sorrow;
For the sunset wings and the world-end...
There was something...
There was something in me grieves
That was never born, and died.
Source: Throw...
Art alone has...
Art alone has kept her covenant with democracy.
Source: The Crisis, 1915.
--...
Negro poetic expression...
Negro poetic expression hovers for the moment, pardonably perhaps, over the race problem, but its highest allegiance...
Here is the...
Here is the earth resurgent with color and bloom of Spring,
Glorying the dream and the vision in the song you...