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NARROWNESS
You complain that I am narrow—
Going straightly to my aim:
Will you quarrel with the arrow
For the same?
Going straightly to my aim:
Will you quarrel with the arrow
For the same?
Many a bitter name hast thou,—
‘Pedant,’ ‘bigot’: hold thy blame
While that sword and nail and plough
Are the same.
‘Pedant,’ ‘bigot’: hold thy blame
While that sword and nail and plough
Are the same.
I would cleave my world-path cleanly—
With an axe', a razor' edge;
Drive my truth through,—not more meanly
Than a wedge.
With an axe', a razor' edge;
Drive my truth through,—not more meanly
Than a wedge.
Far is wide, though force is narrow:
Look straight to thy aim!
Crystal, bud, and flame, and arrow,
Are the same.
Look straight to thy aim!
Crystal, bud, and flame, and arrow,
Are the same.
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