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Shall we be lured by these things? Are not we
A something more than mouth and.eyes and ears,
To eat and look and listen life away?.
More than these skin-deep beauties must thou be,
To win and keep our homage through the years;
Yea, fair in more transcendent wise than they.
And fair thou art, as we would have thee be,
Fair even in this more transcendent wise;
The light of high communings on thee lies;
Thy touch the bond abide not, but are free,
Thy look is gracious, holy; none but thee,
Smiled on howe'er she be by happy skies,
Hath Power to still the hunger of our eyes,
Unsated by the mountains and the sea.
For thou art Freedom's daughter, and thy birth
Was through the pain of Righteousness's Wars,
Thy cradle song, the battle's roar and din.
Therefore thy beauty hath the greater worth
Of noble thoughts; so art thou fair within,
And claimest thine the pathway of the stars.