"Lo, the book I hold here, In the city cold here !I hold it with a gentle hand and love it as I may; Lo, the weary moments! Lo, the icy comments! And lo, false Fortune's knife of gold swift-lifted up to slay!Has the strife no ending? Has the song no meaning?Linger I, idle as of old, while men are reaping or gleaning?"
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"To David in Heaven", St. 9.
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Robert Williams Buchanan
Robert Williams Buchanan (August 18, 1841 – June 10, 1901) was a Scottish poet, novelist and dramatist.
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