Monday, September 10, 2018

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No wonder, then, that many labor much
To fight against the spread of books and such
Other things as well the mind might touch,
And, in so touching, grow and take in more
Of facts and figures, lit'rature and lore,
Philosophy and history, and pour
Out goodness rendered in words on a screen,
Or writ in ink, or said with voices keen.
They struggle to know what such words may mean.
They scorn to hear, or cannot stand, the sound
That minds, in growing, trumpet all around,
And rather than enjoying the astound,
They rail against what might well them enrich,
Prefer instead to cower in their ditch.

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