by Edgar Allan Poe
Thou wouldst be loved? -- then let thy heart
From its present pathway part not!
Being everything wihich now thou art,
Be nothing which thou art not.
So with the world thy gentle ways,
Thy grace, thy more than beauty,
Shall be an endless theme of praise,
And love -- a simple duty.
Are you surprised that this was written by Edgar Allan Poe???
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