Nemerov

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"Manners" by Howard Nemerov
     
 So virtue is its own reward, you see.
 And that is all it's ever going to be.

"The Beautiful Lawn Sprinkler"

What gives it power makes it change its mind
At each extreme, and lean its rising rain
Down low, first one and then the other way;
In which exchange humility and pride
Reverse, forgive, arise, and die again,
Wherefore it holds at both ends of the day
The rainbow in its scattering grains of spray.

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