Ode of 20century reconstruction industrial for all of the ages to be and will forever be born wholistically unchangeable For the Black Woman Black Woman Black queen of beauty, thou hast given color to the world! Among other women thou art royal and the fairest! Like the brightest of jewels in the regal diadem, Shin’st thou, Goddess of Africa, Nature’s purest emblem! Black men worship at thy virginal shrine of truest love, Because in thine eyes are virtue’s steady and holy mark, As we see in no other, clothed in silk or fine linen, From ancient Venus, the Goddess, to mythical Helen. When Africa stood at the head of the elder nations, The Gods used to travel from foreign lands to look at thee On couch of costly Eastern materials, all perfumed, Reclined thee, as in thy path flow’rs were strewn-sweetest that bloomed. Thy transcendent marvelous beauty made the whole world mad, Bringing Solomon to tears as he viewed thy comeliness;

The Original Civilization Where can I find love that never changes Smiles that are true and always just the same, Caring not how the fierce tempest rages, Willing ever to shield my honored name? This I find at home, only with Mother, Who cares for me with patient tenderness; She from every human pain would rather Save me, and drink the dregs of bitterness. If on life’s way I happen to flounder, My true thoughts should be of Mother dear, She is the rock that ne’er rifts asunder, The cry of her child, be it far or near.