And then from that Vision Splendid all the glory faded slowly away, and left an earth gray and stern rolling on beneath a dark despair.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “And then from that Vision Splendid all the glory faded slowly away, and left an earth gray and stern rolling on beneath…”
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Du Bois poignantly describes the fading of hope and the onset of despair, capturing the emotional weight of disillusionment.
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