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Edna Dean Proctor
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From "The Song of the Ancient People"
We are the Ancient People;
Heaven, O Lord, I Cannot Lose
Now summer finds her perfect prime;
Heroes
The Winds that once the Argo bore
The Brooklyn Bridge
A Granite cliff on either shore,