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Thou canst not wave thy staff in air,
Or dip thy paddle in the lake,
But it curves the bow of beauty there,
And the ripples in rhymes the oar forsake.
Emerson.
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Thou canst not wave thy staff in air,
Or dip thy paddle in the lake,
But it curves the bow of beauty there,
And the ripples in rhymes the oar forsake.