A hush is over all the teeming lists,
And there is pause, a breath-space in the strife;
A spirit brave has passed beyond the mists
And vapors that obscure the sun of life.
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A beautiful poem. Ten stanzas from Paul Laurence Dunbar on Frederick Douglass. A perfect ode.
'She stretches out her bleeding hands to God.' Very special line, Then I ask every one who 'Stretched Hands' Did any God hear? Scavengers continue to kill! They're born to cause pain for others Till they sigh feeling worse than that fear.
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