James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон)

To Horace Bumstead

Have you been sore discouraged in the fight,
  And even sometimes weighted by the thought
  That those with whom and those for whom you fought
Lagged far behind, or dared but faintly smite?
And that the opposing forces in their might
  Of blind inertia rendered as for naught
  All that throughout the long years had been wrought,
And powerless each blow for Truth and Right?

If so, take new and greater courage then,
  And think no more withouten help you stand;
For sure as God on His eternal throne
Sits, mindful of the sinful deeds of men,
--The awful Sword of Justice in His hand,--
You shall not, no, you shall not, fight alone.

1. And the Greatest of These Is War
2. Brer Rabbit, You's de Cutes' of 'Em All
3. An Explanation
4. De Little Pickaninny's Gone to Sleep
5. The Ghost of Deacon Brown

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