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1868–1950

Frank Drummer

Edgar Lee Masters

OUT of a cell into this darkened space — The end at twenty-five! My tongue could not speak what stirred within me, And the village thought me a fool.

Yet at the start there was a clear vision, A high and urgent purpose in my soul Which drove me on trying to memorize The Encyclopedia Britannica!

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