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And if we dream of loftier thoughts, In weakness they are gone; And indolence and vanity Rivet our fetters on.

Surely I was not born for this! I feel a loftier mood Of generous impulse, high resolve, Steal o'er my solitude!

I gaze upon the thousand stars That fill the midnight sky; And wish, so passionately wish, A light like theirs on high.