The Birth Of Virtue

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Title:     The Birth Of Virtue
Author: Ambrose Bierce [More Titles by Bierce]

When, long ago, the young world circling flew
Through wider reaches of a richer blue,
New-eyed, the men and maids saw, manifest,
The thoughts untold in one another's breast:
Each wish displayed, and every passion learned--
A look revealed them as a look discerned.
But sating Time with clouds o'ercast their eyes;
Desire was hidden, and the lips framed lies.
A goddess then, emerging from the dust,
Fair Virtue rose, the daughter of Distrust.

[The end]
Ambrose Bierce's poem: Birth Of Virtue

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