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PRIDE IN TRIFLES.
Why, life, must mock itself, to mark how smallAre the distinctions of its various pride.
'Tis strange how we delight in the unreal:
The fanciful and the fantastic make
One half our triumphs. Not in mighty things—
The glorious offerings of our mind to fate
Do we ask homage to our vanities,
One half so much as from the false and vain.
The petty trifles that the social world
Has fancied into grandeur.
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