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In tender age, when mind was free,
As standing by his nurse's knee,
He heard a tale so passing strange,
Of injured spirit's cool revenge,
It chilled his heart with blasting dread,
Which never more that bosom fled.

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When passion's flush had fled his eye,
And gray hairs told that youth was by,
Still quaked his heart at bush or stone,
As wandering in the gloom alone.