. Crisis. JOSEPH L. JONES. MEN OF THE MONTH 121. HIS EXCELLENCY, TANCREDE AUGUSTEPresident of the Republic of Haiti. 2IJ)? Snai t0 tl|f lorn By James D. Corrothers. Ever and ever and anon,After the black storm, the eternal,beauteous bow!Brother, to rosy-painted mists that I go. My brows men laureled and my lyre Twined with immortal ivy for one littlerippling song;My House of Golden Leaves they praisedand passionate fire—But, Friend, the way is long! Onward and onward, up! away! Though Fear flaunt all his banners in my feet stumble, lo! the Orphean Day! Forward by
. Crisis. JOSEPH L. JONES. MEN OF THE MONTH 121. HIS EXCELLENCY, TANCREDE AUGUSTEPresident of the Republic of Haiti. 2IJ)? Snai t0 tl|f lorn By James D. Corrothers. Ever and ever and anon,After the black storm, the eternal,beauteous bow!Brother, to rosy-painted mists that I go. My brows men laureled and my lyre Twined with immortal ivy for one littlerippling song;My House of Golden Leaves they praisedand passionate fire—But, Friend, the way is long! Onward and onward, up! away! Though Fear flaunt all his banners in my feet stumble, lo! the Orphean Day! Forward by Gods grace! These signs are still before me: Fear,Danger, Unprecedented, and I hearblack NoStill thundering, and Churl. Good Friend,I rest me here—Then to the glittering bow! Loometh and cometh Hate in wrath. Mailed Wrong, swart Servitude andShame, with bitter rue,Nathless a Negro poets feet must tread thepathThe winged god knew. Thus, my true Brother, dream-led, IForefend the anathema, following thespan. I hold my head as proudly highAs a
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