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The wind, that beats the mountain, blows
And me this knowledge bolder made,
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POEMS.
TO J. S.
i.
More softly round the open wold,
And gently comes the world to those
That are cast in gentle mould.
ii.
Or else I had not dared to flow
In these words toward you, and invade
Even with a verse your holy woe.
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