To the small and the unlucky
Sun and wind are not denied,
Nor the calm delight of breathing
Or the thrill of secret pride;
The healthy and the wealthy
Take no more joy in dreams
Than the lowly and the holy,
On whom lush fancy beams.
This is the true democracy
That underpins the world:
The rarest gift is pleasure,
Which in every heart lies furled;
The rarest gift is living,
Which in every living breast
Beats blissfully, and equally;
To hell with all the rest.
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