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SYMPATHY.

Your honor lacked its noblest crown;

It were like a deserted fane,

With none to worship and fall down.

Ye say that I should learn to act,

Not waste myself in sighs;

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Should learn to govern and control

The thoughts that in me rise;

Should train myself for real life,

The life of serious men;

Be practical and not aspire

To thoughts beyond our ken.

Alas! Ye know not that to me

Life is a grasp at ecstasy;

A loosening hold, a broken wing

'Twixt earth and heaven fluttering.

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