Moods
My heart is pregnant with a great despair
With much beholding of my people's care,
'Mid blinded prejudice and nurtured wrong,
Exhaling wantonly the days along;
I mark Faith's fragile craft of cheering light
Tossing imperiled on the sea of night,
And then, enanguished, comes my heart's low cry,
“God, God! I crave to learn the reason why!”
Again, in spirit loftily I soar
With wingèd vision through earth's outer door,
In such an hour, it is mine to see,
In frowning fortune smiling destiny!
With much beholding of my people's care,
'Mid blinded prejudice and nurtured wrong,
Exhaling wantonly the days along;
I mark Faith's fragile craft of cheering light
Tossing imperiled on the sea of night,
And then, enanguished, comes my heart's low cry,
“God, God! I crave to learn the reason why!”
Again, in spirit loftily I soar
With wingèd vision through earth's outer door,
In such an hour, it is mine to see,
In frowning fortune smiling destiny!
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