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Rh "To thy wife's eyes I'll bring their long-lost gleam,
 * I'll bring back to thy child his strength and light,

To him, life's fragile athlete I will seem
 * Rare oil that firms his muscles for the fight.

"I flow in man's heart as ambrosia flows;
 * The grain the eternal Sower casts in the sod—

From our first loves the first fair verse arose,
 * Flower-like aspiring to the heavens and God!"