DESTINY
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hat you are fair or wise is vain,Or strong, or rich, or generous;You must add the untaught strainThat sheds beauty on the rose.There's a melody born of melody,Which melts the world into a sea.Toil could never compass it;Art its height could never hit;It came never out of wit;But a music music-bornWell may Jove and Juno scorn.Thy beauty, if it lack the fireWhich drives me mad with sweet desire,What boots it? What the soldier's mail,Unless he conquer and prevail?What all the goods thy pride which lift,If thou pine for another's gift?Alas! that one is born in blight,Victim of perpetual slight:When thou lookest on his face,Thy heart saith, 'Brother, go thy ways!None shall ask thee what thou doest,Or care a rush for what thou knowest,Or listen when thou repliest,Or remember where thou liest,Or how thy supper is sodden;'And another is bornTo make the sun forgotten.Surely he carries a talismanUnder his tongue;Broad his shoulders are and strong;And his eye is scornful,Threatening and young.I hold it of little matterWhether your jewel be of pure water,A rose diamond or a white,But whether it dazzle me with light.I care not how you are dressed,In coarsest weeds or in the best;Nor whether your name is base or brave:Nor for the fashion of your behavior;But whether you charm me,Bid my bread feed and my fire warm meAnd dress up Nature in your favor.One thing is forever good;That one thing is Success,--Dear to the Eumenides,And to all the heavenly brood.Who bides at home, nor looks abroad,Carries the eagles, and masters the sword.
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