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

Jessie Fauset, "The Return" (1919)

I that had found the way so smooth
   With gilly-flowers that beck and nod,
Now find that same road wild and steep
   With need for compass and for rod.
And yet with feet that bleed, I pant
   On blindly--stumbling back to God! 

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