How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,

Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.

When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red

2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be

Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—

From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur

It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—

been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done

I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams

I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,