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But wherein shall Art work? Shall beauty lead / It captive, and set kisses on its mouth?
Shall it be strained unto the breast of youth, / And in a garden live where grows no weed?
Shall it, in dalliance with the flaunting world, / Play but soft airs, sing but sweet-tempered songs?
Veer lightly from the stress of all great wrongs, / And lisp of peace 'mid battle-flags unfurled?
Shall it but pluck the sleeve of wantonness, / And gently chide the folly of our time?
But wave its golden wand at sin's duress,
And say, "Ah me! ah me! " to fallow crime?
Nay, Art serves Truth, and Truth with Titan blows, / Strikes fearless at all evil that it knows.