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NUNC DIMITTIS
In youth our fiery lips were fed
With fruit in lavish waste;
We watch it now hung o'er our head,—
And, now, at length, can taste.
With fruit in lavish waste;
We watch it now hung o'er our head,—
And, now, at length, can taste.
The boisterous pleasures of the boy
Their own deep rapture steal;
I ask no longer to enjoy,
But ah! to muse and feel.
Their own deep rapture steal;
I ask no longer to enjoy,
But ah! to muse and feel.
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