Then in after years when I came to Nashville I saw the great temple builded of these songs towering over the pale city.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “Then in after years when I came to Nashville I saw the great temple builded of these songs towering over the pale city.”
Editor's note · Context
Du Bois uses a powerful metaphor to describe Fisk University's Jubilee Hall, funded by the spirituals, as a beacon of Black achievement.
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