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 My youth with visions of such glory nursed,

Ye have beheld, nor ever seen my feet

On any venture set, but 'twas the thirst

For Beauty willed them, yea, whatever be

The faults I wanted wings to rise above;

I am cheered yet to think how steadfastly

I have been loyal to the love of Love!

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