Virginia P. Jackson, "Africa" (1919)
Often now I hear a voice a–calling,
Calling me across the mighty sea,
And responsively my heart is swelling,
Native land, I long to answer thee.
Long to leave the hate of foster mother,
To be nurtured by the kindly hand,
Sitting at thy feet with my black brother,
Africa! to know thy sunny land.
Published in The Crisis, February 1919
Edited by Christian Farrior