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For such in state, I would on.
Hast thou not some treasure here,
That which instinct can atone for?
O placid Time, still thou through innocent
Presence hast worn past's guilt
Frustratively. The traveler left the
Glowing shore and sped the influence
To recover. Grief alone sensates
Relief from bodily envy and pain.
If I only knew the fields I passed
That thou dost tell me now!
From thought, canst thou describe
The Orient from whence thou hast come?
They who are of honor unknown are bright at home.
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