On the recordJanuary 1, 1903
Out of them rose for me morning, noon, and night, bursts of wonderful melody, full of the voices of my brothers and sisters, full of the voices of the past.
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W.E.B. Du Bois
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Du Bois expresses how the spirituals constantly resonated with him, embodying the collective voices and history of his people.
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