Quote #5
The glory of the day was in her face, The beauty of the night was in her eyes.
More from James Weldon Johnson
- Every race and every nation should be judged by the best it has been able to produce, not by the worst.
- It is from the blues that all that may be called American music derives its most distinctive characteristic.
- The colored people of this country know and understand the white people better than the white people know and understand them.
- How would you have us, as we are? Or sinking 'neath the load we bear? Our eyes fixed forward on a star? Or gazing empty at despair?
- We have come over a way that with tears has been watered, We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered.
- O black and unknown bards of long ago, How came your lips to touch the sacred fire? How, in your darkness, did you come to know The power a…
- Lift every voice and sing Till earth and heaven ring, Ring with the harmonies of Liberty. Let our rejoicing rise high as the listening skie…
- Whose starward eye Saw chariot 'swing low'? And who was he That breathed that comforting, melodic sigh, 'Nobody knows de trouble I see'?