How Some Succeed Who Have Least Need, In That They Make No Effort For! And Pluck, Where Others Pluck A Weed, The Burning Blossom Of A Star, Grown From No Earthly Seed. For Some Shall Reap That Never Sow; And Some Shall Toil And Not Attain, - What Boots It In Ourselves To Know Such Labor Here Is Not In Vain, When We Still See It So!
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