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pity for a horse o'er-driven, And love in which my hound has part, Can hang no weight upon my heart In its assumptions up to heaven;

And I am so much more than these, As thou, perchance, art more than I, And yet I spare them sympathy And I would set their pains at ease.

So may'st thou watch me where I weep, As, unto vaster motions bound, The circuits of thine orbit round A higher height, a deeper deep.