Old Night, the elder sister of the Day, Mother of Dawn in the golden East, Meets in the misty twilight with her brood, Pale and black, tawny, red and brown, The mighty human rainbow of the world, Spanning its wilderness of storm.
In this poetic passage, Du Bois celebrates the diversity of humanity, likening it to a vibrant rainbow.
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