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Art thou a Statist in the van	A
Of public conflicts trained and bred	B
First learn to love one living man	A
'Then' may'st thou think upon the dead	B
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A Lawyer art thou draw not nigh	C
Go carry to some fitter place	D
The keenness of that practised eye	C
The hardness of that sallow face	D
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Art thou a Man of purple cheer	E
A rosy Man right plump to see	F
Approach yet Doctor not too near	E
This grave no cushion is for thee	F
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Or art thou one of gallant pride	G
A Soldier and no man of chaff	H
Welcome but lay thy sword aside	G
And lean upon a peasant's staff	H
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Physician art thou one all eyes	I
Philosopher a fingering slave	J
One that would peep and botanise	I
Upon his mother's grave	J
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Wrapt closely in thy sensual fleece	I
O turn aside and take I pray	K
That he below may rest in peace	I
Thy ever dwindling soul away	K
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A Moralist perchance appears	I
Led Heaven knows how to this poor sod	L
And he has neither eyes nor ears	I
Himself his world and his own God	L
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One to whose smooth rubbed soul can cling	M
Nor form nor feeling great or small	N
A reasoning self sufficing thing	M
An intellectual All in all	N
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Shut close the door press down the latch	O
Sleep in thy intellectual crust	P
Nor lose ten tickings of thy watch	Q
Near this unprofitable dust	P
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But who is He with modest looks	I
And clad in homely russet brown	R
He murmurs near the running brooks	I
A music sweeter than their own	S
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He is retired as noontide dew	T
Or fountain in a noon day grove	U
And you must love him ere to you	T
He will seem worthy of your love	V
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The outward shows of sky and earth	W
Of hill and valley he has viewed	X
And impulses of deeper birth	W
Have come to him in solitude	X
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In common things that round us lie	C
Some random truths he can impart	Y
The harvest of a quiet eye	C
That broods and sleeps on his own heart	Y
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But he is weak both Man and Boy	Z
Hath been an idler in the land	A2
Contented if he might enjoy	Z
The things which others understand	A2
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Come hither in thy hour of strength	B2
Come weak as is a breaking wave	J
Here stretch thy body at full length	B2
Or build thy house upon this grave	J

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