A Litany of Atlanta by W.E.B. DeBois

Done at Atlanta, in the Day of Death, 1906 O SILENT GOD, Thou whose voice afar in mist and mystery hath left our ears an-hungered in these fearful days— Hear us, good Lord! Listen to us, Thy children: our faces dark with doubt are made a mockery in Thy sanctuary. With uplifted hands we front Thy heaven, O God, crying: We beseech Thee to hear us,

A Litany of Atlanta by W.E.B. DeBois2017-11-15T16:43:47+00:00