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THE WORD By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Oh, a word is a gem, or a stone, or a song,

Or a flame, or a two-edged sword;
Or a rose in bloom, or a sweet perfume,
Or a drop of gall is a word.
You may choose your word like a connoisseur,
And polish it up with art,
But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays,
Is the word that comes from the heart.
You may work on your word a thousand weeks,
But it will not glow like one
That all unsought, leaps forth white hot,
When the fountains of feeling run.

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 – 1919)

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