But back of this still broods silently the deep religious feeling of the real Negro heart, the stirring, unguided might of powerful human souls who have lost the guiding star of the past and seek in the great night a new religious ideal.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “But back of this still broods silently the deep religious feeling of the real Negro heart, the stirring, unguided might…”
Editor's note · Context
This passage describes the profound, silent religious yearning within the Black community, seeking a new spiritual ideal after losing traditional guidance.
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