Lillian Stewart

    I was the daughter of Lambert Hutchins,
    Born in a cottage near the grist - mill,
    Reared in the mansion there on the hill,
    With its spires, bay - windows, and roof of slate.
    How proud my mother was of the mansion
    How proud of father's rise in the world!
    And how my father loved and watched us,
    And guarded our happiness.
    But I believe the house was a curse,
    For father's fortune was little beside it;
    And when my husband found he had married
    A girl who was really poor,
    He taunted me with the spires,
    And called the house a fraud on the world,
    A treacherous lure to young men, raising hopes
    Of a dowry not to be had;
    And a man while selling his vote
    Should get enough from the people's betrayal
    To wall the whole of his family in.
    He vexed my life till I went back home
    And lived like an old maid till I died,
    Keeping house for father.

Edgar Lee Masters

Edgar Lee Masters was an American poet, biographer, and dramatist. Born in Kansas and raised in Illinois, Masters is best known for his collection of poems entitled "Spoon River Anthology" (1915), which is a series of epitaphs of residents of the fictional small town of Spoon River. His works reflect the everyday lives and frustrations of middle America. Masters also practiced law and wrote biographies for historical figures such as Abraham Lincoln and Mark Twain.

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