The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall
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The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat;
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The slender hairs cast shadows, through but small,
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And bees have stings, although they be not great;
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Seas have their source, and so have shallow springs;
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And love is love, in beggars and in kings.
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Where waters smoothest run, there deepest are the fords,
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The dial stirs, yet none perceives it move;
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The firmest faith is found in fewest words,
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The turtles cannot sing, and yet they love;
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True hearts have ears, and eyes, no tongues to speak;
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They hear, and see, and sign, and then they break
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The Lowest Trees Have Tops
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