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XXI

T O curse the chilled insistence of the dawn
Because the free gleam lingers; to defraud
The constant opportunity that lives
Unchallenged in all sorrow; to forget
For this large prodigality of gold
That larger generosity of thought, —
These are the fleshly clogs of human greed,
The fundamental blunders of mankind.
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