Of High Minds

He shall win the Upward Race
Who makes the Top his Breathing-place.

" Come , " said the King, " we will sail to Farthest Ind. "
" Wait till I let you! " laughed the rude North Wind.

J UDGE not the Ragged Boy or Shaggy Foal,
Unless your Eye can see their Distant Goal.

B Y him that hath a brave and lofty Mind,
No Strife is either Courted or Declined.

" 'T WOULD be something for One, but for two it is Dearth! " —
As Great Alexander remarked of the Earth.
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