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A FORERUNNER.
“
Before
his time by a Century?
What an abortion he must be!”
So, naturally misconceived,
He lived unwelcomed, died ungrieved.
What an abortion he must be!”
So, naturally misconceived,
He lived unwelcomed, died ungrieved.
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After long years the world turned round
To read his work who had gone uncrowned;
Their loss they now commemorate,
And doubly mourn their own sad fate!
To read his work who had gone uncrowned;
Their loss they now commemorate,
And doubly mourn their own sad fate!
When present, men forgot to trace
The message for them in his face;
When passed, they turn, and, with their looks
Adore the back side of his Books.
The message for them in his face;
When passed, they turn, and, with their looks
Adore the back side of his Books.
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