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XLV.
WHAT I WOULD.
My boy! I'd have thee ever true as now,The guilt of falsehood ne'er thy soul to mar,
And honor's light, an ever-beaming star,
To shed its radiance on thy open brow.
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Be ready with thine aid to interpose,
To shield the weak, beset around with foes,
And raise the fallen by thy virtuous might.
I'd ask not riches for thee here below,
For Care's perplexity doth with them rest,
And love of wealth drives from the human breast
Sweet virtues that the humble only know.
I'd have thee happy in the heart's rich store,
Which, blessing others, glads itself the more.
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