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—Is he hero, who hath won Fields we shrink to think upon? Patriot, on whose gifted tongue Senates in their wonder hung? Sage, before whose gifted eyes Nature spreads her mysteries? Bard, to whose charm'd lute is given All that earth can breathe of heaven?— Seems thy lover these to thee? Even more mine seem'd to me. Now, my fond belief is past; Strange, methinks, if thine should last. "Be content, thou lovest not now:" Free, thou sayest,—dream'st thou how? Loathing wouldst thou shun dismay'd Freedom by such ransom paid.