Poetry of the Harlem Renaissance: Visualizing Magazines, Editors, and Poems

Gertrude P. McBrown, "He Made Me Sing" (1927)

God knew I'd struggled lone and long,
He heard me crying in the night;
He knew I was not strong
Enough to carry out the fight,
So he drew me from the noisy throng;
And breathed into my sould a song." 

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