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THOU wouldst be loved? — then let thy heart
From its present pathway part not!
Being everything which now thou art,
Be nothing which thou art not.
So with the world thy gentle ways,
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Thy grace, thy more than beauty,
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Shall be an endless theme of praise,
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And love — a simple duty.
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Notes:
None.
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[S:0 - SW94, 1895] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - To F----s S. O----d (Stedman and Woodberry, 1895)