The Cause Of War Is Preparation For

Ignorance Is A Cure For Nothing.

Raphael Painted, Luther Preached, Corneille Wrote, And Milton Sang; And Through It All, For Four Hundred Years, The Dark Captives Wound To The Sea Amid The Bleaching Bones Of The Dead: For Four Hundred Years The Sharks Followed The Scurrying Ships; For Four Hundred Years America Was Strewn With The Living And Dying Millions Of A Transplanted Race; For Four Hundred Years Ethiopia Stretched Forth Her Hands Unto God.

Lord, Make Us Mindful Of The Little Things That Grow And Blossom In These Days To Make The World Beautiful For Us.

I Believe That All Men, Black And Brown, And White, Are Brothers, Varying, Through Time And Opportunity, In Form And Gift And Feature, But Differing In No Essential Particular, And Alike In Soul And In The Possibility Of Infinite Development.

Why Did God Make Me An Outcast And A Stranger In Mine Own House? The Shades Of The Prison-house Closed Round About Us All: Walls Strait And Stubborn To The Whitest, But Relentlessly Narrow, Tall, And Unscalable To Sons Of Night Who Must Plod Darkly On In Resignation, Or Beat Unavailing Palms Against The Stone, Or Steadily, Half Hopelessly, Watch The Streak Of Blue Above.