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Now (Poem)

Thou art what the present finds thee:
Leave tradition, grasp today;
It is Hope and Fear that blinds thee—
Fear not then if Duty binds thee—
Seize thou life, and leave decay.

Why encumbered with the fiction;
Man in childhood chanced to weave?
Why on dogma base conviction?
Truth can ne'er impose restriction—
Right and reason—these believe.

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Richard Dimsdale Stocker

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