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FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.
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(Are pleased or pained, is past conjecture, onceI pry beneath the semblance,—all that's fit,To practise with,-reach where the fact may lieFathom-deep lower. There's the first and lastOf my philosophy. Blacks blur thy white?Not mine! The aphis feeds, nor finds his leafUntenable, because a lance-thrust, nay,Lightning strikes sere a moss-patch close beside,Where certain other aphids live and love.Restriction to his single inch of white,That's law for him, the aphis: but for me,The man, the larger-souled, beside my stretchOf blacks and whites, I see a world of woeAll round about me: one such burst of blackIntolerable o'er the life I count
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