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Loss And Gain

Virtue runs before the

And defies her skill,

She is rapt, and doth

To wait a painter's will.

Star-adoring, occupied,

Virtue cannot bend her,

Just to please a poet's pride,

To parade her splendor.

The bard must be with good

No more his, but hers,

Throw away his pen and paint,

Kneel with worshippers.

Then, perchance, a sunny

From the heaven of fire,

His lost tools may over-pay,

And better his desire.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson

Ralph Waldo Emerson (May 25, 1803 – April 27, 1882), who went by his middle name Waldo, was an American essayist, lecturer, philosopher, and poe…

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