Only The Rich Are Lonesome.

You Are Sweet, O Love, Dear Love,you Are Soft As The Nesting Dove.come To My Heart And Bring It Restas The Bird Flies Home To Its Welcome Nest.

Poor Conceited Humanity! Interpreters Of God Indeed.

I Hope There Is Something Worthy In My Writings And Not Merely The Novelty Of A Black Face Associated With The Power To Rhyme That Has Attracted Attention.

Only The Rich Are Lonesome.

I Know What The Caged Bird Feels, Alas!