Her own life builded and moulded itself upon the child; he tinged her every dream and idealized her every effort.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “Her own life builded and moulded itself upon the child; he tinged her every dream and idealized her every effort.”
Editor's note · Context
This passage describes the profound impact of their infant son on his mother, illustrating how her life became centered around him.
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Our song, our toil, our cheer, and warning have been given to this nation in blood-brotherhood.
Such an assumption is the arrogance of peoples irreverent toward Time and ignorant of the deeds of men.
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.
So long as the world stands meekly dumb before such questions, shall this nation proclaim its ignorance and unhallowed prejudices by denying freedom of opportunity to those who brought the Sorrow Songs to the Seats of the Mighty?