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Excerpt from Poems on Shakespeare: Dedicated the Fortnightly Club of Atlantic City, N. J
His ideal woman was as ours, One whose true worth is manifest In every action of her life, In one whose blessings doubly bless. His queenliest women wore no crowns, They were the ones, whose hearts held sway O'er home and loved ones, and of such Was Shakespeare's Queen, Ann Hathaway.
V. So fill your glasses to the brim, With wine that cheers, to one whose fame, As fragile as a tender ower, Clings to the glory of his name. Their heart's great drama ne'er was writ Why heed the puppets of the play? The curtain 's down, the lights are out. We'll drink to sweet Ann Hathaway!
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