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vi Thus Henry lived, ''Considerate to his kind. His love bestowed'' Was not a gift in fractions, half-way done; But with some mellow goodness, like a sun, He shone o'er mortal hearts, and taught their buds To blossom early, thence ripe fruit and seed. Forbearing too oft counsel, yet with blows By pleasing reason urged he touched their thought As with a mild surprise, and they were good, Even if they knew not whence that motive came; Nor yet suspected that from Henry's heart— His warm, confiding heart—the impulse flowed.