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Who bides his time tastes the sweet Of honey in the saltiest tear And though he fares with slowest feet Joy runs to meet him drawing near.

James Whitcomb Riley

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James Whitcomb Riley
Age: 66 †
Born: 1849
Born: October 7
Died: 1916
Died: July 22
Poet
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Greenfield
Indiana
Benjamin P. Johnson of Boone
Jay Whit
Uncle Sidney
James Withcomb Riley
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Honey
Though
Near
Difficult
Drawing
Running
Meet
Fares
Time
Tears
Slowest
Taste
Tastes
Sweet
Tear
Joy
Runs

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