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Very well, you liberals, / And navigators into realms intellectual, / You sailors through heights imaginative, / Blown about by erratic currents, tumbling into air pockets, / You Margaret Fuller Slacks, Petits, / And Tennessee Claflin Shopes --
You tound with all your boasted wisdom / How hard at the last it is / To keep the soul from splitting into cellular atoms.
While we, seekers of earth's treasures, / Getters and hoarders of gold, / Are self-contained, compact, harmonized, / Even to the end.