CHARACTER.
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SHUN passion, fold the hands of thrift, Sit still, and Truth is near; Suddenly it will uplift Your eyelids to the sphere: Wait a little, you shall see The portraiture of things to be.
FOR what need I of book or priest Or Sibyl from the mummied East When every star is Bethlehem Star,— I count as many as there are Cinquefoils or violets in the grass, So many saints and saviours, So many high behaviours.