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AND OTHER POEMS
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And I choose the laughing lip
That shall not turn from laughing whatever rise or fall,
the heart that grows no bitterer although betrayed by all;
The hand that loves to scatter; the life like a gambler's throw;
And these things I make prosper, till a day come that I know,
When heart and mind shall darken that the weak may end the strong,
And the long remembering harpers have matter for their song.
