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[edgar_huntly]

The nineteenth was the first century of human sympathy,--the age when half wonderingly we began to descry in others that transfigured spark of divinity which we call Myself; when clodhoppers and peasants, and tramps and thieves, and millionaires and-sometimes-Negros, became throbbing souls whose warm pulsing life touched us so nearly that we half gasped with surprise, crying, "Thou too! Hast Thou see Sorrow and the dull waters of hopelessness? Hast Thou known Life?" And then all helplessly we peered into those Otherworlds, and wailed, "O World of Worlds how shall man make you one?"

-- W.E.B. Du Bois, The Souls of Black Folk