Dear Gifts

L IFE'S best gifts are bought dearly. Wealth is won
By years of toil, and often comes too late:
With pleasure comes satiety; and pomp
Is compassed round with vexing vanities:
And genius, earth's most glorious gift, that lasts
When all beside is perished in the dust —
How bitter is the suffering it endures!
How dark the penalty that it exacts!
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