...boon and guerdon for what they lose on earth by being black. I sit with Shakespeare and he winces not. Across the color line I move arm in arm with Balzac...welcoming women glide in gilded halls. From out the caves of Evening that swing between the stronglimbed earth and the tracery of the stars, I summon Aristotle...

...notion of this than a dozen paragraphs of comment. He says: "I sit with Shakspere and he winces not. Across the color line I move arm in arm with Balzac...welcoming women glide in gilded halls. From out the caves of evening that swing between the stronglimbed earth and the tracery of the stars, I summon Aristotle...

...let us hear the moving words of Professor DuBois : " I sit with Shakespeare, and he does not wince. Across the color line I move arm in arm with Balzac...welcoming women glide in gilded halls. From out the caves of evening that swing between the strong-limbed earth and the tracery of the stars, I summon Aristotle...

...or racial barriers. Their spokesman may truthfully say, "I sit with Shakespeare and he winces not. Across the color line I move arm in arm with Balzac...welcoming women glide in gilded halls. From out the caves of evening that swing between the strong-limbed earth and the tracery of the stars, I summon Aristotle...

...and guerdon for what they lose on earth for being black. I sit with Shakespeare and he winces not. Across the color line I move arm in arm with Balzac...and welcoming women glide in gilded halls. From out of the caves of evening that swing between the strong-limbed earth and the tracery of the stars, I...

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...Jim Crow car. • ••*•••• I sit with Shakespeare and he winces not. Across the color-line I move arm in arm with Balzac and Dumas, where smiling...welcoming women glide in gilded halls. From out the caves of evening that swing between the strong-limbed earth and the tracery of the stars, I summon Aristotle...

...ignore, for the time being, political and 22 DuBois said, " I sit with Shakespeare and he winces not. Across the color line I move arm in arm with Balzac...welcoming women glide in gilded halls. From out the caves of evening that swing between the stronglimbed earth and the tracery of the stars I summon Aristotle...

...boon and guerdon for what they lose on earth by being black. I sit with Shakespeare and he winces not. Across the color line I move arm in arm with Balzac...welcoming women glide in gilded halls. From out the caves of Evening that swing between the stronglimbed earth and the tracery of the stars, I snmmon Aristotle...

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