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RESOLVES.
You never knew how cruel kind
Was the caress you gave;
You never meant to light a flame
Should smoulder in my grave.
Was the caress you gave;
You never meant to light a flame
Should smoulder in my grave.
From gentle studies, arts beloved,
My thoughts all fix on thee;
And Peace dissolves before my sight,
And Duty cannot be.
My thoughts all fix on thee;
And Peace dissolves before my sight,
And Duty cannot be.
Oh! speak one word so kindly rude,
So greatly stern and true,
That I may kiss thy feet for shame,
And rise, absolved and new.
So greatly stern and true,
That I may kiss thy feet for shame,
And rise, absolved and new.
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Then with some song of noblest worth
I'll pay this truant rhyme,
And stretch my stolen broidery to
The boundless tasks of Time.
I'll pay this truant rhyme,
And stretch my stolen broidery to
The boundless tasks of Time.
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