Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 55

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LV PROSPERITY
Thy blessings are an armed band.
 With a javelin and a dart,
 With a spear to wound the heart
Round about they stand.

Soul, in honour glorified,
 Be thou ware of deadly sin!
 Cruelty's the javelin,
The spear is pride.

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