Yet in nature some time soon and in the fullness of days I shall die, quietly, I trust, with my face turned South and eastward; and, dreaming or dreamless, I shall, I am sure, enjoy death as I have enjoyed life.
Du Bois expresses his hopes for a peaceful death, reflecting on his life with a sense of fulfillment.
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