We Face the Future by Georgia Douglas Johnson The hour is big with sooth and sign, with errant men at war, While blood of alien, friend, and foe imbues the land afar, And we, with sable faces pent, move with the vanguard line, Shod with a faith that Springtime keeps, and all the stars opine. Find Related Poems
We Face the Future by Georgia Douglas Johnson The hour is big with sooth and sign, with errant men at war, While blood of alien, friend, and foe imbues the land afar, And we, with sable faces pent, move with the vanguard line, Shod with a faith that Springtime keeps, and all the stars opine.
