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XXXV. GIFTS.
You say I throw my gifts to the unworthy:So doth the Lord of Love who rules on high;
So doth the liberal Sun to all things earthy,
To hill or plain, to palace or to sty.
Who sells his gifts for gratitude expected
Is but a bargaining huckster at the best;—
The Sun asks nothing for his rays reflected;
I ask for nothing—prithee let me rest!
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