It was a hard struggle, for things did not come easily to him,—few crowding memories of early life and teaching came to help him on his new way; but all the world toward which he strove was of his own building, and he builded slow and hard.
From a chapter reflecting on the education of Black youth, this passage describes the arduous process of self-improvement and building one's own future.
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Let the ears of a guilty people tingle with truth, and seventy millions sigh for the righteousness which exalteth nations, in this drear day when human brotherhood is mockery and a snare.
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Hear my cry, O God the Reader; vouchsafe that this my book fall not still-born into the world wilderness.