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Long have I beat with timid hands upon life's leaden door,
Praying the patient, futile prayer my fathers prayed before;
Yet I remain without the close, unheeded and unheard,
And never to my listening ear is borne the waited word.
Soft o'er the threshold of the years there comes this counsel
The strong demand, contend, prevail, the begger is a fool!
Written by Georgia Douglas Johnson (1880-1966)
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