The Spring is not so beautiful there--
but dream ships sail away
To where the spring is wondrous rare
and life is gay.
The spring is not so beautiful there--
But lads put out to sea
Who carry beauties in their hearts
And dreams like me.
and racism was where they could find them. Words, visions, understandings, that anyone touched by bigoted exclusions, would grasp for hope, comfort, strength and an end to a kind of loneliness with history.