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He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was Dust. - Emily Dickinson He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was Dust. - Emily Dickinson He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was Dust. - Emily Dickinson