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UNUM NECESSARIUM
Let them dispute, your wits and learned men,What's truth, what beauty, what makes right and wrong:
Small is my skill by craft of mouth or pen
Gravely to argue; whilst these post along,
Each, how triumphant, towards the end he claims,
Now having 'stablished past all reason's doubt
What sets his name writ clear amid those names,
That gleam, and for ever, on fame's roundabout.
Yet know I well what makes for me to-day
The straitened call of duty, what can string
My nerves to an ecstasy 'neath beauty's sway,
And what a heaven this duty and beauty bring.
Then knowing this, what need to plague my wit
With itchful quest why heaven's so ordered it?
June 27th, 1920.
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