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Robert Laurence Binyon - Magnets
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A far look in absorbed eyes, unaware 
Of what some gazer thrills to gather there; 
A happy voice, singing to itself apart, 
That pulses new blood through a listener`s heart; 
Old fortitude; and, `mid an hour of dread, 
The scorn of all odds in a proud young head;— 
These are themselves, and being but what they are, 
Of others` praise or pity have no care, 
Yet still are magnets to another`s need. 
Invisibly as wind, blowing stray seed, 
Life breathes on life, though ignorant what it brings, 
And spirit touches spirit on the strings 
Where music is: courage from courage glows 
In secret; shy powers to themselves unclose; 
And the most solitary hope, that gray 
Patience has sister`d, ripens far away 
In young bosoms. Oh, we have failed and failed, 
And never knew if we or the world ailed, 
Clouded and thwarted; yet perhaps the best 
Of all we do and dream of lives unguessed.
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