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O foolish ones, put by your care!Where wants are many, joys are few;And at the wilding springs of peace,God keeps an open house for you.
But that some Fortunatus’ giftIs lying there within his hand,More costly than a pot of pearls,His dulness does not understand.
And so his creature heart is filled;His shrunken self goes starved away.Let him wear brand-new garments still,Who has a threadbare soul, I say.
But there be others, happier few,The vagabondish sons of God,Who know the by-ways and the flowers,And care not how the world may plod.
They idle down the traffic lands,And loiter through the woods with spring;To them the glory of the earthIs but to hear a bluebird sing.
They too receive each one his Day:But their wise heart knows many thingsBeyond the sating of desire,Above the dignity of kings.
One I remember kept his coin,And laughing flipped it in the air;But when two strolling pipe-playersCame by, he tossed it to the pair.

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