TO A PATIENT WIFE
Remorse descends upon me now
As I recall our marriage vow,
And think of things I did not do
That might have lessened toil for you.
I never learned to grow a flower I never learned to make a fire,
To fix the roof or hang a door
MY OFFICE IS A CHAPEL
My office is a Chapel. There is
No priest or preacher here, but there is an alter
An office desk, oak stained, once bright, but now
There are ink marks and scratches on it.
The pipes in my office are for stearm and water
Hays, Brooks; Poetry; African Americans--Civil rights
What is the American dream?
It is the anticipation that sometime we will be able to say — Here is equality and freedom; Here is brotherhood and justice.
The dream is of compassion expressing itself in society's concern for those who fall by the...
Hays, Brooks; Poetry; Little Rock (Ark.)--Race relations;
A HYMN OF BROTHERHOOD
Written by Brooks Hays during the period of racial tension in Little Rock.
Beneath these warm and friendly southern skies, The Ozark hills adorn a verdant plain.
The handiwork of pioneers we prize,
As well, the beauty of this...
Hays, Brooks--Friends and associates; Hays, Brooks--Influence; Humphrey, Hubert H. (Hubert Horatio), 1911-1978;
[ Handwritten annotation saying "Message from Sen Hubert Humprey to the dinner. Dec 18 1958”]
No one in the Congress who has lived and worked with Brooks Hays over many years would voluntarily miss this special evening. I am deeply sorry that I...