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  • No Man Cared for My Soul
    Alexander Crummell

    Destiny and Race, 03/2022
    Book Chapter

    “No man cared for my soul.” This is the language of extreme desolateness, the utterance of absolute and utter wretchedness. No terms could be coined, and no expression used, more indicative of misery and forlornness. There might be large mental attainment and abundant intellectualresources. There might be a fullness of physical vigor, of temporal comfort, and earthly prosperity and satisfaction. But if with these there should be the absence of spiritual enlightenment, and the lack of divine grace—if the soul should be conscious of its poverty and should know its need; and there should be no quarter to which