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FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.
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But love is victory, the prize itself:Love—trust to! Be rewarded for the trustIn trust's mere act. In love success is sure,Attainment—no delusion, whatsoe'erThe prize be apprehended as a prize,A prize it is. Thy child as surely graspsAn orange as he fails to grasp the sunAssumed his capture. What if soon he findsThe foolish fruit unworthy grasping? JoyIn shape and colour,—that was joy as true—Worthy in its degree of love—as graspOf sun were, which had singed his hand beside.What if he said the orange held no juiceSince it was not that sun he hoped to suck?This constitutes the curse that spoils our life
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