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SONNET.—I DO REMEMBER ONE.
I do remember one, a noble youth,Of wondrous faculty; a genius rare;
Enthusiasms of the upper air,
And soul forever struggling for the truth.
We went together in our school-boy days,
Loving and wondering; he with highest aim,
Already having a vague dream of fame,
And winning, as he went, a voice of praise.
For him the noblest height had been decreed,
Were he left free for conflict. But in vain!
They bound him, a born eagle, in a chain
Of miserable custom; bade him feed
At common stalls. Thus lived he, day by day,
Till at the last he grew imbruted even as they.
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