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Out of the infinite sea of
To climb, and for an instant
Upon an island speck of time.
From the impassible peace of the
To wake, and blink at the garish
Through one short hour of fretfulness.
James Weldon Johnson
James Weldon Johnson (June 17, 1871 – June 26, 1938) was an American writer and civil rights activist. He was married to civil rights activist G
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