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USE AND BEAUTY.
Who would have a treadmill measure every golden-sanded hour?Who would find a purpose busy deep in every fragrant flower?
Yet we sometimes (ay, and often) gladly find the two agree;
Clasped together, Use and Beauty—in the rose the honey bee.
Factory-bells in yonder city, wind-blown music, far away
Waken soft enchanted sleepers in the charméd breast to-day;
See the river's quiet water, lovely mirror, slowly steal,
Dance with sunshine to its task-work;—Beauty overflows the wheel!
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