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SIMPLICITY.
Think thou no evil, and none shall there be,For thee, in this wide world; be as a child,
So innocent, that thou may'st pluck the wild
Field-flowers, and in them far, far more see
To value, than in all the baubles we,
We grown-up fools, by the world's gauds beguiled,
Still set our hearts on; keep thine undefiled,
And in the holy well of Memory
Mix thou no bitterness: for thou, in thy
Old age, thereof, when Hope's bright cup is dry,
Must drink right oft; be still a child at heart:
And, though cold Reason turn to mockery
Love's young dreams, yet the best need not depart,
Itself, which thou, when most awake, most hast and art!
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