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A FAREWELL
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Careless of gain or profit,
Of markets, or applause,
To yield thy heart to Nature's heart,
To learn her dearer laws;
To gaze beyond the present,—
From the fleeting view of things,
To lift the vision up and up;
To feel the growth of wings;
Through love and self-denial,
To gain at last the goal
That hidden from the vulgar gaze
Beckons the purer soul;
Naught asking of the moment,
Content to strive and strive,—
Knowing when lesser gods depart,
The gods themselves arrive!
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Ave! Thou goest from us,
Apart from us to dwell;
Through sacrifice to find thyself.
Ave!—but not farewell!
