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XXXVI.
UTILITY.
Man may win glory in the deadly wars;In books may write his never-dying name;
In deep philosophy may find a fame,
And see its record blazoned in the stars;
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A thousand keels rush swift to do his will;
May with warm eloquence make tumult still,
Or wake the stillness to a storm again;
May with sweet melody attune his lyre,
Till the rapt listener bows, forgetting all
Within the power of its enchanting thrall;
May station gain, and compass each desire,—
Attain the acme of earth's greatness, maybe;
But what of all?—say, can he tend a baby?
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