On the recordJanuary 1, 1903
He did his work,—he did it nobly and well; and yet I sorrow that here he worked alone, with so little human sympathy.
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W.E.B. Du Bois
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gutenberg.orgHe did his work,—he did it nobly and well; and yet I sorrow that here he worked alone, with so little human sympathy.
Du Bois laments the isolation and lack of support Alexander Crummell faced despite his noble and effective work.
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