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1837–1920

A POET.

William Dean Howells

From wells where Truth in secret lay He saw the midnight stars by day. “O marvellous gift!” the many cried, “O cruel gift!” his voice replied.

The stars were far, and cold, and high, That glimmered in the noonday sky; He yearned toward the sun in vain, That warmed the lives of other men.

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