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I check my thoughts like curbed steeds That struggle with the rein; I bid my feelings sleep, like wrecks In the unfathom'd main.

I hear them speak of love, the deep, The true, and mock the name; Mock at all high and early truth, And I too do the same.

I hear them tell some touching tale, I swallow down the tear; I hear them name some generous deed, And I have learnt to sneer.