By: Ardis E. Parshall - December 30, 2014 Alone By Ida R. Aldredge Among the throng of thousandsWho surge the city martMid high and low in stationI stand alone – apart. Unheralded, unsought for;Unheeded is my quest,Man presses ever forward –Wists not my soul’s unrest. Oh, take me back to homefolks,Though humble be my hearth,Where hand clasps hand in friendshipAnd takes me at my worth. (1931) ...
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