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James Whitcomb Riley - The Singer
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While with Ambition`s hectic flame
   He wastes the midnight oil,
  And dreams, high-throned on heights of fame,
    To rest him from his toil,--

  Death`s Angel, like a vast eclipse,
    Above him spreads her wings,
  And fans the embers of his lips
    To ashes as he sings.
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