This Merit Hath The Worst
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This Merit hath the worst-
It cannot be again-
When Fate hath taunted last
And thrown Her furthest Stone-
The Maimed may pause, and breathe,
And glance securely round-
The Deer attracts no further
Than it resists-the Hound-
Emily Dickinson
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