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NEEDS AND POWERS.

I know of no profession

'Mong profane or divine,

Excelling in its mission

The power embraced in mine.

It reaches earth and heaven

Through heart and soul of man,

It lives beyond the present—

Eternity doth span.

Mind in its first formation,

While in its plastic state,

Receives primal impressions

Which make it vile or great.

When soil of thought is fertile

And ready for the seeds,

It may bring precious fruitage,

Or vile and noxious weeds.

No sower should be careless,

For harvest much depends

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