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Alfred

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SCENE IV.

Alfred
alone.
All hail, ye gentle ministers of heaven!
Your song inspires new patience thro my breast,
And generous hope: it wings my mounting soul
Above th'entangling mass of earthly passions,
That keep frail man, tho struggling to be free,
Still fluttering in the dust.