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Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside, And naked on the Air of Heaven ride, Were’t not a Shame—were’t not a Shame for him In this clay carcase crippled to abide?
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W.E.B. Du Bois
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gutenberg.orgW.E.B. Du Bois: “Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside, And naked on the Air of Heaven ride, Were’t not a Shame—were’t not a Shame…”
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Du Bois poetically reflects on the soul's desire for freedom and transcendence beyond physical limitations.
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