Poetical Works of Marcus Garvey

Christ the Way
Oh, with the Spirit as of old,
I chant a prayer to my God;
The Being, precious, more than gold
That Croesus has ever had.

I lift my soul to Him above,
And sing the angel's happy praise;
The song of life in joy of love
That men from earth to Heaven raise.

There's joy in Paradise for me,
Although a weary child of sin;
The penitent on Calv'ry's tree
May find the way to enter in.

My hopes are good, in Christ, the Lord; On Him I rest my cares of heart;
He will so bridge the Heavenly Ford
To show the way ere I depart.

October 8, 1927

You and Me

When we think of all the care
That made life's burden great,
We long for the passing year
To close our sad book of Fate:
But if we should stop a while,
And think once the other way,
Life would be just all a smile,
As we, go on day by day.

We should never make day night
For to darken life's good view;
Round that turning is the light
That shines as a guide to you:
Think of all that's really good,
Then make it your daily rule;
Smile with Nature's Brotherhood,
And none make your footstool.

A proverb for every day,
And one more for each good night,
Should make life so pleasant, yea,
Would lead us to live all right:
Turn not from sane rectitude,
But make life just like a song,

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October 24, 1927

Let Us Know
0, thou profound, eternal blue,
God's mystic arch of heaven-land!
Art thou not veiling spirit hue,
And hiding the angelic band?
Jehovah! so move this veil,
That we may see the throne of light,
From which St. Gabriel brought the "Hail" To Mary, on that Holy night!

We've slumbered much in darkness here,
And now we seek more light from Thee:
We feel that peace is reigning there-
Beyond the clouds, o'er land and sea.
The mystery of eternal life
Provokes the soul's sad tedium;
We faint beneath this mortal strife,
And long to join the angels' hum.

Forgive us, Lord, if we have erred,
In asking this before our time;
We only sought the light, and aired
Our souls to tunes of spiritual rhyme;
For death has been a puzzle here;
Some say we live forever on,
Some say we go from life nowhere;
To tell us right, Thou art the One!

We wait on Thee, great God above!
But let the message come today;
We sing Thy praise, and Thee we love,
As to Thee, Father, do we pray:
Let Michael come in glory great,
To teach us all that we should do;
And then we'll know our rightful fate,
In worship to the Son and You.

October 29, 1927