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To Booker T. Washington
Beside our way the streams are dried,And famine mates us side by side.
Discouraged and reproachful eyes
Seek once again, the frowning skies.
Yet shall there come spite storm and shock
A Moses who shall smite the rock,
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And lead us to the promised land!
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