All Things Human

Last Lines
by Anne Bront

Song of the Rain
by Hugh McCrae (1876-1958)

Night,
and the yellow pleasure of candle-light….
old brown books and the kind, fine face of the clock
fogged in the veils of the fire

The Vanity of Human Wishes
by Dr. Samuel Johnson (1709-1784)
(Continued)

Outcast
by Claude McKay (1889-1948)

For the dim regions whence my fathers came
My spirit, bondaged by the body, longs.
Words felt, but never heard, my lips would frame;
My soul would sing forgotten jungle songs.
I would go back to darkness and to peace,
But the great western world holds me in fee,
And I may never hope for full release
While to its alien gods I bend my knee.
Something in me is lost, forever lost,
Some vital thing has gone out of my heart,
And I must walk the way of life a ghost
Among the sons of earth, a thing apart;
For I was born, far from my native clime,
Under the white man

The Sorrows of Charlotte
by Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt (1836-1919)

The Sorrows of Werther, that is the Book,
   Little girl of mine. Will I show you what
His sorrows were like? Such a brown-eyed look
   Could hardly see. Never mind, they were not
Such sorrows, I fancy as yours or mine,
But such as in pictures look so fine,
   And such as can end