 | The collected works of Ambrose Bierce |  |
JAMES L. FLOOD
As oft it happens in the youth of dayThat mists obscure the sun's imperfect ray,
Who, as he's mounting to the dome's extreme,
Smites and dispels them with a steeper beam,
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Consumed, and manifested all your worth.
But still one early vice obstructs the light
And sullies all the visible and bright
Display of mind and character. You write.
| The collected works of Ambrose Bierce | |