Ah, Be Not False

by Richard Watson Gilder

Ah, be not false, sweet Splendor!     Be true, be good; Be wise as thou art tender;     Be all that Beauty should. Not lightly be thy citadel subdued;     Not ignobly, not untimely. Take praise in solemn mood;     Take love sublimely.

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