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                                    Yes, there's a luck in most things; and in none more than being born at the right time.                                
                                                        — Edmund Clarence Stedman
                        
                        
				                                                            
                                    The weary August days are long;
The locusts sing a plaintive song,
The cattle miss their master's call
When they see the sunset shadows fall. — Edmund Clarence Stedman
                                				
        		        				The locusts sing a plaintive song,
The cattle miss their master's call
When they see the sunset shadows fall. — Edmund Clarence Stedman
				                                                            
                                    Faith and joy are the ascensive forces of song.                                
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                                    Fashion is a potency in art, making it hard to judge between the temporary and the lasting.                                
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                                    A poet must sing for his own people.                                
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                                    The imagination never dies.                                
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                                    O fresh-lit dawn! immortal life!
O Earth's betrothal, sweet and true! — Edmund Clarence Stedman
                                				
        		        				O Earth's betrothal, sweet and true! — Edmund Clarence Stedman
				                                                            
                                    Music waves eternal wands,
Enchantress of the souls of mortals! — Edmund Clarence Stedman
                                				
        		        				Enchantress of the souls of mortals! — Edmund Clarence Stedman
				                                                            
                                    A critic must accept what is best in a poet, and thus become his best encourager.                                
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                                    Science has but one fashion-to lose nothing once gained.                                
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                                    The poet is a creator, not an iconoclast, and never will tamely endeavor to say in prose what can only be expressed in song.                                
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                                    Lo, as I gaze, the statured man,
Built up from you large hand appears:
A type that nature wills to plan
But once in all a people's years. — Edmund Clarence Stedman
                                				
        		        				Built up from you large hand appears:
A type that nature wills to plan
But once in all a people's years. — Edmund Clarence Stedman
				                                                            
                                    Look on this cast, and know the hand That bore a nation in its hold; From this mute witness understand What Lincoln was - how large of mould.                                
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                                    Let the winds blow! a fiercer gale 
Is wild within me! what may quell
That sullen tempest? I must sail
Whither, O whither, who can tell! — Edmund Clarence Stedman
                        Is wild within me! what may quell
That sullen tempest? I must sail
Whither, O whither, who can tell! — Edmund Clarence Stedman
				                                                            
                                    Poetry is an art, and chief of the fine art; the easiest to dabble in, the hardest in which to reach true excellence.                                
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                                    Men are egotists, and not all tolerant of one man's selfhood; they do not always deem the amities elective.                                
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                                    Alas, by what rude fate Our lives, like ships at sea, an instant meet, Then part forever on their courses fleet.                                
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                                    The poet who does not revere his art, and believe in its sovereignty, is not born to wear the purple.                                
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                                    Worth, courage, honor, these indeed
Your sustenance and birthright are. — Edmund Clarence Stedman
                                				
        		        				Your sustenance and birthright are. — Edmund Clarence Stedman
				                                                            
                                    Genius does not need a special language; it uses newly whatever tongue it finds.                                
                                                        — Edmund Clarence Stedman