I know my poetry is true
It’s pressing and it’s new
I know my poetry will last
As it covers the liberal cast
The common truth, the logic tongue
Binds all the verses in lovely song
Then if by luck or truthful spell
Sounds of my verse makes you tell
At last, the truth, you have found
No more pounding of the ground
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