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No door is a door at which no head does bow
Nor head is a head which bows at every door.
To do obeisance sacred is – but Oh!
To take obeisance is a wee bit more.

Essential thing is to be more select,
Though thirsty-thirsty, still with measured poise,
To move along the trails with head erect,
And find oasis. Welcome with its noise,

Of line beyond the silence of the void,
The desert of this life. Be such a place
Which of all ostentations is devoid,
Exclusive but is full of love and grace.

The head that bows to all—is servile,
An open place at best- a brothel vile.

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