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The light that played above thine infancy,I see it still in all that shining hair:
And on that countenance pale and brow of care,
Depressed by melancholy though they be,
Departing Youth looks back remorsefully—
Then why such sorrow in a world so fair,
As if there were no Heaven to minister
Immortal nourishment to one like thee?
Ah! fret not thou at Fortune's petty stings,
Sorrow unlovely and unsanctified,
But strictly fortify the loftier heart,
Communing hourly with undying things;
And, without promptings of injurious pride,
Remember what thou wert and what thou art.
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