Without hesitation I answer:--Those beautiful, weird, quaint, sweet melodies which were the simple, child-like expression of the anguish, the joy, the hopes, the burdens, the faith, the trials of our forefathers who wore the yoke of slavery.
He identifies the unique melodies of the Negro race as a profound expression of their historical experiences.
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This country demands that every race shall measure itself by the American standard.
By it a race must rise or fall, succeed or fail, and in the last analysis mere sentiment counts for little.
We try to keep constantly in mind the fact that the worth of the school is to be judged by its graduates.
How shall we make the mansion on yon Beacon Street feel and see the need of the spirits in the lowliest cabin in Alabama cotton-fields or Louisiana sugar-bottoms?