"I stood gimlet-eyed in the Hall to Paradise."
Let the just man rebuke me in mercy.
Of my own do tell it me
If there is that harms
To conceal but for these times
Is no impropriety; It is no impropriety
Plowshare instead of arms;
But wise and trenchant rhymes
May now reveal reality.
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