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It wears our nature's nobler part; That spirit which doth spurn The weary bondage of our world, And show what man can earn; Where, led by honourable pride, Hero and sage are deified;—

Those high imaginings which make The glory which they hope; Fine-wrought aspirings, lofty aims, Which have in youth such scope; Like tides which, haunted by the moon, Rise but, alas! to fall too soon.

Vain are these dreams, and vain these hopes; And yet 'tis these give birth