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 We may hold converse with all forms Of the many-sided mind, And those whom passion hath not blinded, Subtle-thoughted, myriad-minded. My friend, with you to live alone, Methinks were better than to own A crown, a sceptre, and a throne. O strengthen me, enlighten me! I faint in this obscurity, Thou dewy dawn of memory.