Classic poem of the day
My days among the Dead are past;
Around me I behold,
Where'er these casual eyes are cast,
The mighty minds of old:
My never-failing friends are they,
With whom I converse day by day.
With them I take delight in weal
And seek relief in woe;
And while I understand and feel
How much to them I owe,
My cheeks have often been bedew'd
With tears of thoughtful gratitude.
My thoughts are with the Dead; with them
I live in long-p......
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He was born July 2, 1925,
son of James and Jesse Evers,
Medgar Evers of Mississippi,
World War II veteran,
fought in the Battle of Normandy,
June 1944,
with his soldier brothers
of same and other races.
He rose a leader,
a Freedom Hero,
Mississippi field secretary of NAACP,
President, Regional Council of Negro Leaders,
husband of Myrlie, her purity of devotion,
father of Darrell, Reena Denise, James,
civil rights leaders......
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