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 What a piteous thing that young men seldom write Of their passion while it enthralls; How sad it is they take not time to recite Love's ecstasy before it palls.

So, my friends, in these my poems, may you find The ardor of youthful romance; And as mine is but an errant pen, be kind, Nor seek to view my moods askance.