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Show CROWNED TOO LATE. I Long time he stood beneath a cloud of sin. j And wrong and sorrow still upheld by pride; And he prew wasted, hollow eyed and loin With toil without sad fighting fierce within. And bowed himself down Into the dust and died. Lon g time the fury' of the storm be braved. And 'gainst tta rudest pelting bared his breast; And thrusting from his lips the cup he craved He east away the Joys he might have saved, Till weary of the strife he sank to rest. Stem and unyielding to the very last, He hurled deiUnce. to the wintry sky: And struggling madly with the bitter blast lie scorned the future and ignored the past. And caring not to live he dreaded not to die, No woman's love was his, no man his friend, He stood alone upon the sands of time; Ko other love or life with his did blend, Snfrh'iug to himself even to the end. In nature proud, in Intellect sublime. Unloved, unloving, passed he on his way, Stern, haughty, careless of his mighty strength. Still working onward to the better day, Unaided and alone till prone be lay Stripped of bis glory in the dust at length. And then the world his mighty genius found, And all conspired his pean loud to raise; And his cold brow with deathless beys they crowned And shouted out bis name with such a sound That all the earth re-echoed with his praise. William Woodson line dree. |