A POET’S THOUGHT.
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BY WM. ALBERT SUTLIFFE.
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A thought that lay anear a Poet’s heart,
Found utterance into this cloudy world,
And stirred some souls with rapture. This poor bard,
Whose home was where the rugged mountains stoop
Their foreheads o’er small streams that plash their feet,
Sang a sweet note that through a palace stole,