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A WOMAN'S AMBITION.
Beauty and Strength and Genius, all are thine,And I have nothing but the love of these,
Born with no charming parts, no power to please,
No sovereign skill to make the future mine;
Yet could I, but for thee, such gifts resign,
Without a sigh, and from a heart at ease,
But, dreaming, with my hands upon your knees,
For all these treasures, like a child, I pine.
I would be praised for beauty, that thine eyes
Might sparkle, knowing this face to be thine own,
And then accept its complete sacrifice;
I would be strong, thy shield-bearer to be,
And famous, that the world's loud trumpet blown
Might prove me worthy to be loved by thee.
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