A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

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B:mTER to have the poet's heart than brain,
To feel than write; but better fa.r than both.
To be on Earth a poem of God's making ;
To have one's soul a leaf, on which God's pen
In various ·words, as of triumphant music,
That miogleth joy a.ud eorrow, aetteth lorth
That out of d.vkneas be hath brought the light.
To such perchance the poet's V()ice is given
'J.'o tell the mighty tale to other worlds.
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.As withereth the p1·imrose by the river,
.As fadetb summer's sun from gliding fountains,
.A.!! vanieheth the light-blown bubble ever,
.As melteth snow upon the moBSy mountains;
So melts, so vaniab etb, eo fades, so withers,
The rose, the shine, the bubble, and the anow,
Ofpr!:'ise, P.omp, ~lory, joy, which abort life ga~he">
Vam pra.tse, fatr pomp, sweet glory, bnttle JOY:-
The wither'd prhurose by the morning river,
The faded auwmer's suo from weeping fountaine,
The light-blown bubble ~anlahed for ever,
The molten snow upon the mo!llly mountains,
.Are emblems that the treasures we uplay
Soon wither, vanish, fade, and melt away.
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So it falls out,
That what we .have we prize not to the worth
While we Clljoy it: but, being la.ck'd and loet,
Why then we reck the value ; then we fuld
The virtue that po!186!18ion would not show us
While it was ours.
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