Pride of Birth
I WAS born high. I did not spring from mire,
Like the foul fungus: but, from airy heights,
Descended with my branches, and let men
Gather my golden fruits to comfort them.
Like the foul fungus: but, from airy heights,
Descended with my branches, and let men
Gather my golden fruits to comfort them.
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