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Rh Hold thou my ways from glutted days,

Where poisoned leisure lies,

And point the path of tears and wrath

Which mounts to high emprise.

A heart! A heart! Ah, give me a heart,

To rise to circumstance!

Serene and high, and bold to try

The hazard of a chance.

With strength to wait, but fixed as fate,

To plan and dare and do;

The peer of all—and only thrall,

Sweet lady mine, to you!