| | HOW SHOULD WE LIVE OUR LIVES?
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| | Life has loveliness to sell— |
| | All beautiful and splendid things, |
| | Blue waves whitened on a cliff, |
| | Climbing fire that sways and sings, |
| (5) | And children’s faces looking up |
| | Holding wonder like a cup. |
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| | Life has loveliness to sell— |
| | Music like a curve of gold. |
| | Scent of pine trees in the rain, |
| (10) | Eyes that love you, arms that hold, |
| | And for your spirit’s still delight, |
| | Holy thoughts that star the night. |
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| | Spend all you have for loveliness, |
| | Buy it and never count the cost. |
| (15) | For one white singing hour of peace |
| | Count many a year of strife well lost, |
| | And for a breath of ecstasy |
| | Give all you have been or could be. |
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| | —Sara Teasdale |
