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If it seem vanity that I

Do thus aspire the muse to court,

Judge it not so; I do but try

To solve the riddle and import

Of life—the common daily life

We mortals lead who toil for bread,

Yet in our labor find no strife

'Twixt interests of the hand and head.

A thought that doth the soul inspire

Imparts to hands an added skill;

Indwelt by Nature's sacred fire

Expands the life, controls the will.

Above the sordid and the vain

The soul communes with timeless thought,

And though it turn to earth again,

The spirit hath clear vision caught.

Nothing is common or unclean,

Through every circumstance of time

A worthiness is clearly seen,

Linking our lives with the divine.