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Henry Wheeler Randolph was born in 1851. Not much is known about his life. However, through this book of his poetry, much can be gleamed from him and the circumstances of his life. His poems touch on lost love, farming, criminal justice, the Civil War, religion and the pleasures found in nature, general advice and of US history.As he states in his poem, “At the Front,”:”Through faith it is we see beyondThe pale of human thought,One glimpse, and, lo! a brilliant dawnForth stands before us wrought”This new edition is dedicated to Judith Rich Lauder.
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