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To The Herd
Dwell not on simple things,
Lest doubt resolve dismay,
Let not despair in friendly guise,
With serpents tongue and seeming wise,
Slay hope with jealous reason,
For reason's vehemence its own foundations undermine,
To ridicule as idle fancy,
The aspirations of mankind.
How then shall weakness overcome,
When it hath little strength or none,
But gnaws the ends of futile malice,
Borne by hearts long dead of passion,
With cruel words and jaundiced eye:
Hope's faintest glimmer they deny.
