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CCXVI. NATURE'S SERMONS.
Great truths hath Nature for her children spreadWherever streams may flow or branches toss.
All round this leafy glade she doth ingross
Clear characters by thoughtful musings read:—
Fear not the cavil of the world's upbraid,
Nor count thyself much victor through its loss;
Seeing its brightest gold is but as dross,
And shallow joys with grief are underlaid:
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Of truth unstained by any vain desire;
So shalt thou surely find thy rightful place;
Nor heed, though poisoned tongues which do not tire,
Should hold the soul of thine appointed grace
But slandered abject to the general liar.
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