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A POET'S APOLOGY
Truth cut on high in tablets of hewn stone,
Or on great columns gorgeously adorned,
Perchance were left alone,
Passed by and scorned;
But Truth enchased upon a jewel rare,
A man would keep, and next his bosom wear.
Or on great columns gorgeously adorned,
Perchance were left alone,
Passed by and scorned;
But Truth enchased upon a jewel rare,
A man would keep, and next his bosom wear.
So, many an hour, I sit and carve my gems—
Ten spoiled, for one in purer beauty set:
Not for kings' diadems—
Some amulet
That may be worn o'er hearts that toil and plod,—
Though but one pearl that bears the name of God.
Ten spoiled, for one in purer beauty set:
Not for kings' diadems—
Some amulet
That may be worn o'er hearts that toil and plod,—
Though but one pearl that bears the name of God.
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