| O'er all my song the image of a face Lieth, like shadow on the wild sweet flowers. The dream, the ecstasy that prompts my powers; The golden lyre's delights bring little grace To bless the singer of a lowly race. Long hath this moc... Read more of The Negro Singer at Martin Luther King.ca | InformationalPrivacy |
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