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Robert Laurence Binyon - A Colliquy
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Why hurt so hard by little pricks,
 By chasing cares so clouded over,
 Heart of mine?
 Holding what no storm can unfix
 Nor time corrupt, O tender lover!
 Why repine?
 In you so deep a fountain springs
 Of faith and joy beyond all speech,
 O happy heart!
 How should those meanly thwarting things
 Men do, the petty creeds they preach,
 In you have part?

 It is because, my heart replies,
 There is such beauty to adore
 Within, for ever,--
 Because I dwell in paradise,
 That the world`s chafing is a sore,
 A fret, a fever.
 Were there no fountain welling strong
 In me, no vision heavenly--rare
 Before my eyes,
 There`d be for me no world of wrong
 Without, lamenting to compare
 With paradise.
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