The Souls of Black Folk · ¶178
Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside, And naked on the Air of Heaven ride, Were’t not a Shame—were’t not a Shame for him In this clay carcase crippled to abide?Read in context ›
Project Gutenberg ebook 408
Project Gutenberg ebook 408
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