George Ambrose 33 English Teacher My heart must rise and go now to that bright Harlem street Where buildings trued in ragtime and Congo rhythms meet I’ll build a storefront church there spread amens through the pews Snatch up my cross and gladly tithe my dues Here will I find the sainted the weak ones and the strong A thousand mournful voicings one sweet and tender song Midnight gives its saucy call a full moon offers light Finger-snapping angels rock the night My heart must rise and go now for now the choirs come And now the skies are parting and now the guitars strum I take my stand in Harlem and sing of jubilee Here my fretful soul flies wondrous free
Here in Harlem poems in many voices written by Walter Dean Myers Holiday House New York
