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Men do a thing because they find it pays;
But payment follows in uncounted ways.
The blaze of gold beguiles the worldly-wise;
But Genius looks beyond the dollar prize
Unto that better prize, not made with hands,
Born of the sovran Spirit's high commands;
Serenely sure, tho' jesting Pilates doubt,
The prize is from within, and not without.
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