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CLXXXI. AGAINST PEDANTRY.
Misprize him not whose unrhymed poetriesHold not the measured limits of thy school,
By sweet domestic custom, social rule,
Bound to a life of homelier sympathies;
Nor think those flights thy prouder genius tries
Confer the right to call the meanest, fool,
Whose sober spirit dwells in judgment cool,
And life is laid in pure simplicities:
For not in shade of academic trees
Man's loftiest being is attained alone,
Nor sealed the charter of the time's release;
But through a humbler range of act is won:
The daily toil, the calm content, the peace
Which flows from simple duties rightly done.
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