“O black and unknown bards of long ago,
How came your lips to touch the sacred fire?
How, in your darkness, did you come to know
The power and beauty of the minstrels' lyre?”

O Black and Unknown Bards, st. 1.
Fifty Years and Other Poems (1917)

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writer and activist 1871–1938

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