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THOUGHT
I am not poor, but I am proud,
Of one inalienable right,
Above the envy of the crowd,—
Thought's holy light.
Of one inalienable right,
Above the envy of the crowd,—
Thought's holy light.
Better it is than gems or gold,
And oh! it cannot die,
But thought will glow when the sun grows cold,
And mix with Deity.
And oh! it cannot die,
But thought will glow when the sun grows cold,
And mix with Deity.
Boston, 1823.
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