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“Never drops an answer from those worlds unknown: Yet no ray is shining for itself alone.”

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Lucy Larcom
Lucy Larcom

Lucy Larcom was an American poet, born on March 5, 1824, and died on April 17, 1893. Her poetry is known for its social and political themes, reflecting the changes in American society during the mid-19th century. more

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