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THE TRUE ALCHYMIST.
Dreamers, their hearts set on life's vanitiesAnd gauds, sought to transmute by alchymy
And ape great Nature, and jilt Fortune tie
With golden love-knots to them; but the wise
Smile at the fools who'd take her by surprise,
And filch, not earn, life's blessings. Time we by
The forelock take, and opportunity
Is Fortune's smile, but Chance her dice-box plies
For fools! Yet truest alchymy there is,
And into more than gold it turneth all.
Contentment, thou art sovereign in this!
In thy true scales how things despised and small
Weigh heavy! with thee life's Best none need miss,
Work, love, think, pray, these neither cheat nor pall!
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