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Poems

By Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

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54

LV
PROSPERITY

Thy blessings are an armèd band.
With a javelin and a dart,
With a spear to wound the heart
Round about they stand.
Soul, in honour glorified,
Be thou ware of deadly sin!
Cruelty's the javelin,
The spear is pride.