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We Have Come Over A Way That With Tears Has Been Watered, We Have Come, Treading Our Path Through The Blood Of The Slaughtered.

In The Life Of Everyone There Is A Limited Number Of Experiences Which Are Not Written Upon The Memory, But Stamped There With A Die; And In The Long Years After, They Can Be Called Up In Detail, And Every Emotion That Was Stirred By Them Can Be Lived Through Anew; These Are The Tragedies Of Life.

Any Musical Person Who Has Never Heard A Negro Congregation Under The Spell Of Religious Fervor Sing These Old Songs Has Missed One Of The Most Thrilling Emotions Which The Human Heart May Experience.

It Is Strange How In Some Things Honest People Can Be Dishonest Without The Slightest Compunction.

You Are Young, Gifted, And Black. We Must Begin To Tell Our Young, There's A World Waiting For You, Yours Is The Quest That's Just Begun.