Yet Do I Marvel At This Curious

I Was Reared In The Conservative Atmosphere Of A Methodist Parsonage.

Quaint, Outlandish Heathen Gods Black Men Fashion Out Of Rods

[w]e Have Always Resented The Natural Inclination Of Most White People To Demand Spirituals The Moment It Is Known That A Negro Is About To Sing. So Often The Request Has Seemed To Savor Of The Feeling That We Could Do This And This Alone.

What Is Last Year's Snow To Me, Last Year's Anything? The Tree Budding Yearly Must Forget How Its Past Arose Or Set

I Cut My Teeth As The Black Raccoon-- For Implements Of Battle.