THE SUPPLIANT

by: Georgia Douglas Johnson (1886-1966)

      ONG have I beat with timid hands upon life's leaden door,
      Praying the patient, futile prayer my fathers prayed before,
      Yet I remain without the close, unheeded and unheard,
      And never to my listening ear is borne the waited word.
       
      Soft o'er the threshold of the years there comes this counsel cool:
      The strong demand, contend, prevail; the beggar is a fool!

"The Suppliant" is reprinted from Bronze: A Book of Verse. Boston: Brimmer, 1922.

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