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XVII—“HE KNOWS NOT THE PATH OF DUTY”
He knows not the path of duty
Who says that the way is sweet;
But he who is blind to the beauty,
And finds but thorns for his feet.
Who says that the way is sweet;
But he who is blind to the beauty,
And finds but thorns for his feet.
He alone is the perfect giver
Who swears that his gift is naught;
And he is the sure receiver
Who gains what he never sought.
Who swears that his gift is naught;
And he is the sure receiver
Who gains what he never sought.
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Heaven from the hopeless doubter
The true believer makes;
Against the darkness outer
The light God's likeness takes.
The true believer makes;
Against the darkness outer
The light God's likeness takes.
Like the pale, cold moon above her
With its heart of the heart of fire,
My Love is the one true lover,
And hers is the soul of desire.
With its heart of the heart of fire,
My Love is the one true lover,
And hers is the soul of desire.
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