A Choice

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They please me not—these solemn songs That hint of sermons covered up.
‘T is true the world should heed its wrongs,
But in a poem let me sup,
Not simples brewed to cure or ease
Humanity’s confessed disease,
But the spirit-wine of a single line,
Or a dew-drop in a honey cup!

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