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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A Picture

I strolled last eve across the lonely down;
One solitary picture struck my eye:
A distant ploughboy stood against the sky—
How far he seemed above the noisy town!
 
Upon the bosom of a cloud the sod
Laid its bruised cheek as he moved slowly by,
And, watching him, I asked myself if I
In very truth stood half as near to God.

#Americans #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1883 #MiscellanousPoems

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