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Helen Adams Keller, by Charles Whitman
Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

Helen Keller

She,
In the dark,
Found light
Brighter than many ever see.
She,
Within herself,
Found loveliness,
Through the soul’s own mastery.
And now the world receives
From her dower:
The message of the strength
Of inner power.

#Americans #Blacks

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