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 And manhood fused with female grace In such a sort, the child would twine, A trustful hand, unasked, in thine, And find his comfort in thy face;

All these have been, and thee mine eyes Have look'd on: if they look'd in vain My shame is greater who remain, Nor let thy wisdom make me wise.