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XIX.
LOVE.
Lift up your hand, and tell the angry tideThus far to go, nor dare to break its bound;
Fix ye a limit for the scope of pride,
Or bind it, humbled, to the very ground;
Check young ambition in its fiery course,
When the prized goal is just within its reach;
Silence the tempest, with its accent hoarse,
And bellowing winds a mild submission teach;—
These ye may do, and everything beside,
In human province, mother earth above,
Excepting one that rule has e'er defied,—
The heart's own choosing in concerns of love!
The heart will have its way, whate'er betide it,
As he and you and I and thousands more have tried it.
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