The gem cannot be polished without friction, nor man perfected without trials.
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THE SATURDAY POEM
The Elixer
Emma Lazarus 1849-87
“Oh brew me a potion strong and good! One golden drop in his wine Shall charm his sense and fire his blood, And bend his will to mine.” Poor child of passion! ask of me Elixir of death or sleep, Or Lethe’s stream; but love is free, And woman must wait and weep.
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