In the morning of the world, when the fingers of Love swept aside the curtains of Time, our dusky mother, Ethiopia, held the stage. It was she who wooed civilization and gave birth to nations. Egypt was her first-born and to Ur of the Chaldees she sent her sons and daughters, who scattered empires in Asia as the wanton winds of autumn scatter the seeds of flowers. Beside the beautiful Mediterranean she builded Phoenicia, and in ships with purple sails she sent her children to the blue Aegean, there to found Greece, the marvel of men and the queen of history. Troy was hers, and from that burning city fled swarthy Aeneas, who set the ferment for Rome, the Eternal City. Her spirit called to Arabia and out of the mystic deserts surged the black soldiers of Islam, who welded the world into a new empire and sang their songs of love and victory in the vales of Andalusia. On the isles of all the oceans, and from where the Southern Cross bends low to kiss the restless waves to where the Arctic holds in leash its frozen world, her hand has touched. Religion, art, literature, science and civilization are hers, and eternity but lives in the warmth of her radiant glow. I have chosen to call the unnumbered millions of her descendants the Children of the Sun.
-From The Introduction
Author: George Wells Parker
Publisher: Black Classic Press; Reprint edition (June 1, 1981)
Dimensions: 0.2 x 5.8 x 8.5 inches