It is human--some mighty drama unseen, unheard, is playing there its tragedies or mocking comedy, and the laugh of endless years is shrieking onward from peak to peak, unheard, unechoed, and unknown.
This passage suggests that there are unseen forces at play in nature, hinting at the complexities of existence.
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So the Cotton Kingdom still lives; the world still bows beneath her sceptre.
Fully ninety-four per cent have struggled for land and failed, and half of them sit in hopeless serfdom.
Away back in the days of bondage they thought to see in one divine event the end of all doubt and disappointment; few men ever worshipped Freedom with half such unquestioning faith as did the American Negro for two centuries.
By 1830 slavery seemed hopelessly fastened on the South, and the slaves thoroughly cowed into submission.