African American Poetry (1870-1926): A Digital Anthology

Leslie Pinckney Hill, "Certainty" (1914)

What have I fathomed of life,
What of its medley of strife,
Sorrow and solace profound?
What can we creatures of dust
Stand upon, swear by and trust,
What my unshakable ground?
This: that though evil be strong,
Goodness prevaileth ere long
However betrayed or beset;
That he his own spirit doth smother,
Who willeth the hurt of another;
And this : that God liveth yet. 

Published in The Crisis, February 1914

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