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LIKE Crusoe with the bootless gold we stand / Upon the desert verge of death, and say: / "What shall avail the woes of yesterday / To buy to-morrow's wisdom, in the land / Whose currency is strange unto our hand? / In life's small market they had served to pay / Some late-found rapture, could we but delay / Till Time hath matched our means to our demand."