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But we know that being dead, our Happiness is a fine and finished thing and that ten, a hundred, and a thousand years, we shall lie at rest, unhurt in the Court of Peace.
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W.E.B. Du Bois
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Du Bois reflects on the enduring peace of the dead, suggesting a profound sense of rest beyond life.
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