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 To the utter bourne beholden Of none that lack thy wing: And we, whom dreams embolden, We can but creep and sing.

Our dreams have wings that falter, Our hearts bear hopes that die; For thee no dream could better A life no fears may fetter, A pride no care can alter, That wots not whence or why Our dreams have wings that falter, Our hearts bear hopes that die.

With joy more fierce and sweeter Than joys we deem divine Their lives, by time untarnished, Are girt about and garnished,