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The Souls of Black Folk · ¶396

What bring they ’neath the midnight,     Beside the River-sea? They bring the human heart wherein     No nightly calm can be; That droppeth never with the wind,     Nor drieth with the dew; O calm it, God; thy calm is broad     To cover spirits too.         The river floweth on.
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Project Gutenberg ebook 408
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