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James Russell Lowell - An Autograph
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O’er the wet sands an insect crept	
Ages ere man on earth was known—	
And patient Time, while Nature slept,	
The slender tracing turned to stone.	
 
’T was the first autograph: and ours?	        
Prithee, how much of prose or song,	
In league with the creative powers,	
Shall ’scape Oblivion’s broom so long.
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