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A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread, - and ThouBeside me singing in the Wilderness -Oh, Wilderness were Paradise now!Some for the Glories of This World; and someSigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come;Ah, take the Cash, and let the Promise go,Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!Were it not Folly, Spider-like to spinThe Thread of present Life away to win -What? for ourselves, who know not if we shallBreathe out the very Breath we now breathe in!Look to the Rose that blows about us - 'Lo,Laughing,' she says, 'into the World I blow:At once the silken Tassel of my PurseTear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw.'
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