I know what the caged bird feels, alas!

Poor conceited humanity! Interpreters of God indeed.

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!

Taking it all in all and after all, negro life in Washington is a promise rather than a fulfillment. But it is worthy of note for the really excellent things which are promised

Oh, how with more than dreams the soul is torn, ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes.

Slight was the thing I bought, small was the debt I thought, Poor was the loan at best - God! but the interest!

We reduce the deity to vulgar fractions. We place our own little ambitions and label them ?divine messages?. With our short sight we affect to take a comprehensive view of eternity.