Why is it from the lowest rung
I more of Heaven see
I'd divulge but for attendent
Modest courtesy!
That bliss, the weakest scent conveys
Of the weest flower -
This sense of appreciation
Rank does not empower.
Is it a man's art, seeing through
Your desperate foolishness,
Like the vaporous, it slaves for
Or a child's artlessness?
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