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HORACE I. 22.

I am safe where'er I go.

Yes, place me where in early spring

No trees can bud, deserted climes,

Where heaven is freezing overhead,

And all the law in bondage binds,

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Or where man has never lived,

Parched realms that know not shade, -

I will sing my precious darling,

Lelage, my precious maid.

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