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True poems flee
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Whatever realm I forfeit, Lord,
Continue me in this!
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We never know how high we are
Till we are asked to rise
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The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted opon earth
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Her grace is all she has
And that, so least displays
One art to recognize, must be,
Another art, to praise
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If I can stop one heart from breaking
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease one life in aching
Or cool one pain
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again
I shall not live in vain