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Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Exaggeration
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WE overstate the ills of life, and take
Imagination (given us to bring down
The choirs of singing angels overshone
By God`s clear glory) down our earth to rake
The dismal snows instead, flake following flake,
To cover all the corn; we walk upon
The shadow of hills across a level thrown,
And pant like climbers: near the alder brake
We sigh so loud, the nightingale within
Refuses to sing loud, as else she would.
O brothers, let us leave the shame and sin
Of taking vainly, in a plaintive mood,
The holy name of GRIEF !—holy herein
That by the grief of ONE came all our good.
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