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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 skiesWere measured but in inches, to the questThat lay before me in that mystic gaze.“Surely I have been errant: it is bestThat 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.