Carrie Williams Clifford, "The Way of Life" (1907)
Down the Way of Life together;
Storms may come, but what care we
If be fair or foul the weather!
When the skies are blue o'er head,
Balmy, scented winds will after
Us, adown the valley blow
Haunting echoes of our laughter!
Tho' Life's storms upon us beat,
Crushing us with dark disaster,
All their raging may not drown
Ringing echoes of our laughter.
So we'll tread the Way of Life,
You and I, Love, both together;
Storm, or sunshine, happy we,
If be foul or fair the weather.
Published in Colored American Magazine, September 1907