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Rh And order, high discourse, And decency, than which is life less dear, She has of him: the lyre of language clear, Love's tongue and source.

She hears him, and can hear With glory in his gains by work achieved: With grief for grief that is the unperceived In her so near.

If he aloft for aid Imploring storms, her essence is the spur. His cry to heaven is a cry to her He would evade.