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 34 MARVELL

When, linnet-like confined, I

With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, mercy, majesty,

And glories of my King; When I shall voice aloud how good

He is, how great should be, Enlarged winds that curl the flood

Know no such liberty.

Stone walls do not a prison make,

Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take

That for an hermitage : If I have freedom in my love

And in my soul am free, Angels alone that soar above

Enjoy such liberty.

Lovelace.

XXI

TWO KINGS

THE forward youth that would appear Must now forsake his Muses dear, Nor in the shadows sing His* numbers languishing.

'Tis time to leave the books in dust, And oil the unused armour's rust, Removing from the wall The corselet of the hall.

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