The rise of nations and of men                                                                                                                                 Record tired struggles passed and won,                                                                                                             But none may tell just where and when                                                                                                             The urge did come and thus begun.                                                                                                                         It might have been through glorious deeds                                                                                              Performed by earlier men of fame,                                                                                                                Whose inspiration often leads                                                                                                                                  To visions that remake a name.

A Constantine, Alexander, too, 

A Hannibal and Caesar great 

May change the thought of even you 

And give a hero to the State. 

To read the deeds of men renowned 

Will make you choose a given course 

That often strikes tire note profound, 

Revealing thus the man of force.

The deeds we do must make the race

And force the nation to the top,

And when we gain the honour place

We forge ahead and never Stop.

Keep winning more and still some more,

And set a pace for fainter heart;

Your deeds shall spread from shore to shore,

And worlds shall know you played your part.

Though black of race you are, my friend, 

Your part in life is ever here: 

There's work for you; the human trend 

Calls for each one to have his share. 

Go then and play your part to-day, 

And think that you are king of all 

Circumstances that come your way.

 Before which you must never fall.

-1935

If I were you, 

I would Search myself 

To find out if there is any 

Good in me.

                                                                                          1934

WITH GOD'S GRACE-

Look back and help for humanity's sake.

Measure your charity 

by the acts of others toward you

while you were climbing.

Forget not the past 

with all its good and ill reports. 

Contemplate your future 

by the experiences you have had, 

If you must strike to live, 

strike hard and sure.

-1933

Suns have set and suns will rise 

Upon many gloomy lives; T

hose who sit around and say: 

"Nothing good comes down our way.

" Some say: "What's the use to try, 

Life is awful hard and dry.

" If they'd bring such news to you, 

This is what you ought to do.

Chorus

Let no trouble worry you;

Keep cool, keep cool!

Don't get hot like some folk do,

Keep cool, keep cool!

What's the use of prancing high

While the world goes smiling by.

You can win if you would try,

Keep cool, keep cool.

Throw your troubles far away,

Smile a little every day,

And the sun will start to shine,

Making life so true and fine.

Do not let a little care

Fill your life with grief and fear:

Just be calm, be brave and true.

Keep your head and you'll get through.

Chorus

Let no trouble worry you;

Keep cool, keep cool!

just be brave and ever true;

Keep cool, keep cool!

If they'd put you in a flame,

Though you should not bear the blame,

Do not start to raising cane,

Keep cool, keep cool.

You sit and quarrel all your life, 

And blame the moving world at large: 

You fail to enter in the strife, 

To sail in fortune's happy barge.

Get up my man and do the 

"stuff That leads to blazing glory's fame: 

Hold on, and be like good Macduff, 

And damn the man who'd foil your name.

1935

My God! the world is going wrong 

Frail man has made a mess of things: 

And now the Devil seems on top, 

Confusing Presidents and Kings.

Oh come, good Lord, with grace divine, 

And stem the tide of human sin, 

For left alone we'll ruin make,

 And close the gate to enter in.

There's hell on every hand today, 

And man is raising cain all round: T

here're curses, blasphemies, galore, 

Stop them, 0 Lord, and check the bound.

The Devil smiles at his good work, 

And men do dance with satisfaction: 

But hell let loose is sin on sin: 

Send Lord your benediction.

In solemn notes the Negro cries: 

"We are getting hell on every side,

" Come, Lord, and clean the dens of men, 

And make us with the good abide,

-1934

The World is Hell as man shows it; 

The creatures are of steel; 

To live is of superior wit, 

To fail is thus to feel.

No smile is genuine my friend, 

Its all a pleasing lie; 

Be ever ready to defend 

Or shape your mind to die.

1934

The Eternal hills are green in tropic lands, 

And snowy white in temperate zones; 

At seasons of the year, 

when nature speaks, 

Most changes come, as ocean sands: 

The planets and their suns betray a force 

That rules o'er mighty changing time- 

That time that had no beginning of day

 The time that runs its fullest course.

Almighty God is Master over all

The crowning hills and valleys, too;

The oceans move at His eternal will,

And thus the terrestrial ball,

When nature changes from her mood to mood

And sparrows fall, and men do die.

It's God alone who knows the mystery art-

The art of life, the living food.

No man can die, no hill can ever move.

Nor seasons come and flying go.

Without the knowledge of the Mighty Lord,

Who holds the Universe in grove:

The finite mind of men must always know

That God Supreme is really King:

True wisdom we should everlasting seek,

And in His Grace do daily grow,

For He is God, and God is God.

And no more gods shall e'er be God.

Where can I find love that never changes 

Smiles that are true and always just the same, 

Caring not how the fierce tempest rages, 

Willing ever to shield my honored name?

This I find at home, only with Mother, 

Who cares for me with patient tenderness; 

She from every human pain would rather Save me, 

and drink the dregs of bitterness.

If on life's way I happen to flounder, 

My true thoughts should be of Mother dear, 

She is the rock that ne'er rifts asunder, 

The cry of her child, be it far or near.

This is love wonderful beyond compare;

It is God's choicest gift to mortal man;

You, who know Mother, in this thought must share,

For, she, of all, is Angel of your Clan.

My Mother is black, loveliest of all; 

Yes, she is as pure as the new made morn; 

Her song of glee is a clear rythmic call 

To these arms of love to which I was born.

I shall never forget you, sweet Mother, 

Where'er in life I may happen to roam; 

Thou shalt always be the Fairy Charmer 

To turn my dearest thoughts to things at home.