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RUBIES IN THE WATCH
The costliest gem of the mine
That in diadems royal doth shine
Sometimes takes its place with the spring
Of a common mechanical thing,
Of a thing that the humblest may use,
The proudest be sorry to lose.
That in diadems royal doth shine
Sometimes takes its place with the spring
Of a common mechanical thing,
Of a thing that the humblest may use,
The proudest be sorry to lose.
If the poems that I try to indite
Do not come into honor and light,
Are not set in the century's crown
Of the glorious things written down,
Do not come into honor and light,
Are not set in the century's crown
Of the glorious things written down,
Yet may they be helpful to hold
Some heart in its casing of gold,
And mark how time-conquests are won
By the fine wheels that ceaselessly run,
As stars mark in blue dials of space,
The noon and the night of God's grace.
Some heart in its casing of gold,
And mark how time-conquests are won
By the fine wheels that ceaselessly run,
As stars mark in blue dials of space,
The noon and the night of God's grace.
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