VIII
The child who is decked with prince's robes and who
has jewelled chains round his neck loses all pleasure in his
play; his dress hampers him at every step.
In fear that it may be frayed, or stained with dust he keeps
himself from the world, and is afraid even to move.
Mother, it is no gain, thy bondage
of finery, if it keeps one shut
off from the healthful dust of the earth, if it rob one of the right
of entrance to the great fair of common human life.
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