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 mocked... Read more of The Negro Singer at Martin Luther King.caInformational Site Network Informational


A Doctor Called From His Bed By A Voice
The Apple Pip Trial Of Lovers
A Spirit Leaving And Re-entering The Body
A Spiritualistic Story From Wales