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<h2> IN THEE MY ART </h2>
<p>In thee is all my art; from thee I draw<br/>
The substance of my dreams, the waking plan<br/>
Of practised thought; I can no measure scan,<br/>
But thou work’st in me like eternal law.<br/>
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If I were rich in goodly title deeds<br/>
Of broad estate, won from posterity;<br/>
If from decaying Time I snatched a see<br/>
Richer than prelates pray for with their beads;<br/>
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If some should bring before me frankincense,<br/>
And make a pleasant fire to greet mine eyes;<br/>
If there were given me for recompense<br/>
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Gifts fairer than a seraph could devise:<br/>
I would, my sovereign, kneel to thee and say,<br/>
“It all is thine; thou showedst me the way.”<br/></p>
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