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
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Through but small
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And bees have stings, although they be not great
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Seas have their source
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And so have shallow springs
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And love is love, in beggars and in kings
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Seas have their source
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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
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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 eyes, and ears
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No tongues to speak
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They hear, and see, and sign
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And then they break
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True hearts have eyes, and ears
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No tongues to speak
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They hear, and see, and sign
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And then they break
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The Lowest Trees Have Tops
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