Georgia Douglas Johnson, "My Little One" (1916)
The infant eyes looked out amazed upon the frowning earth,
A stranger, in a stranger land, child of the mantled-birth;
Waxing, he wondered more and more; the scowling grew apace;
A world, behind its barring doors, reviles his ebon face:
Yet, 'mid this maelstrom forms a man and like to God is he!
He loves a world, allloveless, and can smile -- on Calvary!
Published in The Crisis, October 1916