James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон)
To Horace Bumstead
Have you been sore discouraged in the fight, And even sometimes weighted by the thought That those with whom and those for whom you fought Lagged far behind, or dared but faintly smite? And that the opposing forces in their might Of blind inertia rendered as for naught All that throughout the long years had been wrought, And powerless each blow for Truth and Right? If so, take new and greater courage then, And think no more withouten help you stand; For sure as God on His eternal throne Sits, mindful of the sinful deeds of men, --The awful Sword of Justice in His hand,-- You shall not, no, you shall not, fight alone.
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