The child sang it to his children and they to their children’s children, and so two hundred years it has travelled down to us and we sing it to our children, knowing as little as our fathers what its words may mean, but knowing well the meaning of its music.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “The child sang it to his children and they to their children’s children, and so two hundred years it has travelled down…”
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Du Bois describes the intergenerational transmission of spirituals and the deep, intuitive understanding of their musical meaning.
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