![]() I think sweet help with my salt tears would come, To ease the cruel pain that is so dumb, And will not let me sleep. |
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![]() Slow is the ascent by the path of Love. |
![]() Let me tell you what to do. Set a watch upon your actions, Keep them always straight and true. |
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![]() Of independence in this mighty land. Call no chain strong, which holds one rusted link. Call no land free, that holds one fettered slave. |
![]() But no man can help you die. |
![]() Without your woes. No path is wholly rough. |
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![]() While the golden, precious hours flit away? See you not the day is waning, waning fast? That the morn's already vanished in the past? |
![]() Great universe shall fortify thy soul. |
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![]() Let the fool prate of luck. The fortunate Is he whose earnest purpose never swerves, Whose slightest action or inaction serves The one great aim. |
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