Bronze (Johnson)/Promise

by Georgia Douglas Camp Johnson

PROMISE

Through the moil and the gloom they have issued
 To the steps of the upwinding hill,
Where the sweet, dulcet pipes of tomorrow
 In their preluding rhapsodies trill.

With a thud comes a stir in the bosom,
 As there steals on the sight from afar,
Through a break of a cloud's coiling shadow
 The gleam of a bright morning star!