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Compensation

Why should I keep holiday,

When other men have none?

Why but because when these are gay,

I sit and mourn alone.

And why when mirth unseals all tongues

Should mine alone be dumb?

Ah! late I spoke to silent throngs,

And now their hour is come.

Written by

Ralph Waldo Emerson

1803-1882 / Male / American

LinesWords: 847

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