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He gave away his Life—
To Us—Gigantic Sum—
A trifle—in his own esteem—
But magnified—by Fame—
Until it burst the Hearts
That fancied they could hold—
When swift it slipped its limit—
And on the Heavens—unrolled—
'Tis Ours—to wince—and weep—
And wonder—and decay
By Blossoms gradual process—
He chose—Maturity—
And quickening—as we sowed—
Just obviated Bud—
And when We turned to note the Growth—
Broke—perfect—from the Pod—
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Comments1I really loved the line, "A trifle—in his own esteem—But magnified—by Fame." It beautifully captures the idea of someone giving all of themselves, without expecting much in return, while the world sees their sacrifice as monumental. It's such a powerful reminder of selflessness and humility. 🌹💔