The men of rathe and riper years: The feeble soul, a haunt of fears, Forgot his weakness in thy sight. On
thee the loyal-hearted hung,
The
stern were mild when thou wert by,
While
I, thy nearest, sat apart,
Nor
mine the sweetness or the skill,
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