The Souls of Black Folk: “Afterthought”
Hear my cry, O God the Reader; vouchsafe that this my book fall not still-born into the world-wilderness. Let there spring, Gentle One, from out its leaves vigor of thought […]
Prayer to the Virgin of Chartres
Gracious Lady:— Simple as when I asked your aid before; Humble as when I prayed for grace in vain Seven hundred years ago; weak, weary, sore In heart and hope, […]