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You cannot sing? Well, others can. You do not dance? but others do. / And ever since the world began there have been certain folk like you / who cannot dance, and cannot sing, nor weave a play nor write a book. / But you can sew? Most anything? And are quite expert as a cook? / And you can draw a little bit, amuse your friends with pen and ink? / You make folk laugh -- this you admit. You have a lot of gifts, I / think. Oh, foolish one, to sigh and fret because you're not as some / folk are. Suppose a plant of mignonette withered because 'twas not a / star! Be what you are, dear girl, with pride. Accept your limits / with good grace; the world is varied, very wide; for each of us there / is a place. Within your sphere be quite content, be proud of work / that is your own, and to life's complex instrument with sweetness add / your mite of tone.