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down many an avenue, Through many a tutored shade, And with my thoughts, as idlers do, In idleness I played: Delicious maze of grove and hill, And fountains far away! But I was free, and knew my will, And made my heart obey.

By terraces, by statues fair My steps awhile were led, Or glimpses of the outer air Still beckoning on ahead: At last, grown weary of success And pleasure always found, I took a path that promised less, And seemed neglected ground.