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Rh Evil my life, and an error, Based on a pride so blind, Deeming that man, of Thy works alone, Flourished without his kind. Now, but for thee, O my Father, I had been like the king Who as a brute with the brutes did graze, Sunk to a meaner thing. Saved by a hand's-breadth from madness - Saved, but all useless now, Let me be warning who may not guide, Publish my latest vow. All of my life that remameth, Though but a breath it be, Take it, my brothers, forsaken, lost, Take it, as all of me.