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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368581" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Good Of It</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368581" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A Cynic's Song.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368581" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">SOME men strut proudly, all purple and gold, <br>Hiding queer deeds 'neath a cloak of good fame; <br>I creep along, braving hunger and cold, <br>To keep my heart stainless as well as my name; <br>So, so, where is the good of it? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368581" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Some clothe bare Truth in fine garments of words, <br>Fetter her free limbs with cumbersome state: <br>With me, let me sit at the lordliest boards, <br>'I love' means I love, and 'I hate' means I hate, <br>But, but, where is the good of it? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368581" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Some have rich dainties and costly attire, <br>Guests fluttering round them and duns at the door: <br>I crouch alone at my plain board and fire, <br>Enjoy what I pay for and scorn to have more. <br>Yet, yet, where is the good of it? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368581" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Some gather round them a phalanx of friends, <br>Scattering affection like coin in a crowd; <br>I keep my heart for the few that heaven sends, <br>Where they'll find their names writ when I lie in my shroud. <br>Still, still, where is the good of it? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368581" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Some toy with love, lightly come, lightly go, <br>A blithe game at hearts, little worth, little cost:-- <br>I staked my whole soul on one desperate throw, <br>A life 'gainst an hour's sport. We played' and I--lost <br>Ha, ha, such was the good of it!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368581" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Moral: Added On His Death-Bed</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368581" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">TURN the Past's mirror backward. Its shadows removed, <br>The dim confused mass becomes softened, sublime: <br>I have worked--I have felt--I have lived--I have loved, <br>And each was a step towards the goal I now climb: <br>Thou, God, Thou sawest the good of it.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Dinah+Maria+Mulock+Craik">Dinah Maria Mulock Craik</a></strong></div>

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