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Amid my books I lived the hurrying years,
 Disdaining kinship with my fellow man;
Alike to me were human smiles and tears,
 I cared not whither Earth’s great life-stream ran,
Till as I knelt before my mouldered shrine,
 God made me look into a woman’s eyes;
And I, who thought all earthly wisdom mine,
 Knew in a moment that the eternal skies
Were measured but in inches, to the quest
 That lay before me in that mystic gaze.
“Surely I have been errant:  it is best
 That I should tread, with men their human ways.”
God took the teacher, ere the task was learned,
And to my lonely books again I turned.