by: Georgia Douglas Johnson
- 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
The strong demand, contend, prevail; the beggar is a fool!
POEMS BY GEORGIA JOHNSON
"The Suppliant" is reprinted
from Bronze: A Book of Verse. Boston: Brimmer, 1922.