Mother and child are sung, but seldom father; fugitive and weary wanderer call for pity and affection, but there is little of wooing and wedding; the rocks and the mountains are well known, but home is unknown.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “Mother and child are sung, but seldom father; fugitive and weary wanderer call for pity and affection, but there is…”
Editor's note · Context
Du Bois observes the recurring themes and notable omissions in the spirituals, highlighting aspects of family, longing, and the experience of displacement.
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