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GENERALITIES 1 When like a butterfly the Artist's mind In spring of life inhales the air, It can but say : "The earth is round - it is a sphere." 2 But when autumnal shivers Shake the trees and kill the flowers, It must elaborate : "Though somewhat flattened at the poles.'' 3 Amid the varied charms Of Eloquence and Rhyme One persists above the rest: ********************** A proper word each thing to name ! |