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VI
The pleasant path of youth that we have rangedEnds here; as children we lie down this even,
But while we sleep there is a stir in heaven—
A hundred guardian angels have been changed.
Those of our childhood gently have departed
With its pure record, writ on lilies, sealed;
And in their place stand spirits sterner-hearted,
To grave our manhood on a brazen shield.
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