The Souls of Black Folk (2nd ed)/The After-thought

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12401The Souls of Black Folk (2nd ed) — The After-thought1903W.E.B. Du Bois

THE AFTER-THOUGHT

Hear my cry, O God the Reader; vouchsafe that this my hook fall not still-born into the world wilderness. Let there spring, Gentle One, from out its leaves vigor of thought and thoughtful deed to reap the harvest wonderful. Let the ears of a guilty people tingle with truth, and seventy millions sigh for the righteousness which exalteth nations, in this drear day when human brotherhood is mockery and a snare. Thus in Thy good time may infinite reason turn the tangle straight, and these crooked marks on a fragile leaf be not indeed

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