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444 But in due time you and I shall take less interest
 * in them.

Your farm, profits, crops,—to think how engrossed
 * you are!

To think there will still be farms, profits, crops—yet
 * for you, of what avail?

What will be, will be well—for what is, is well, To take interest is well, and not to take interest shall
 * be well.

The sky continues beautiful, The pleasure of men with women shall never be sated,
 * nor the pleasure of women with men, nor the
 * pleasure from poems,

The domestic joys, the daily house-work or business,
 * the building of houses—these are not phantasms
 * —they have weight, form, location;

Farms, profits, crops, markets, wages, government, are none of them phantasms, The difference between sin and goodness is no delusion, The earth is not an echo—man and his life, and all
 * the things of his life, are well-considered.

You are not thrown to the winds—you gather certainly
 * and safely around yourself,

Yourself! Yourself! Yourself, forever and ever!

It is not to diffuse you that you were born of your
 * mother and father—it is to identify you,

It is not that you should be undecided, but that you
 * should be decided;