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A poet wandered the city street, / With tattered garments, and aching feet; / Want and hunger had dimmed his eye, / And the children jeered him, as he passed by.
But one of the children sang, at play, / A song his mother had sung that day. / The poet listened, with cheeks aflame, / For the song was his own, and this was fame!
But his heart was lightened. The song of the boy / Had thrilled the strings, with a strange, sweet joy. / "Though I may lie with the nameless dead, / The songs I have written will live," he said.