African American Poetry (1870-1928): A Digital Anthology

Georgia Douglas Johnson, "The Final Strain" (1917)

I climbed the the craggy hill of fame,
Heart-sore and wearily,
Stood on her gleaming goal at length,
And sighed in ecstasy.
“O, God” I cried, “what bliss’-when lo! 
Came stealing like a pall,
The strains of Life’s Last Symphony, 
In Prelude, to–the call.

Published in The Crisis. January 1917

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