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Life's three first stages train'd my soul in part / To place its care on objects high and new, / And to disparage what men often prize, / But, left alone, and of her fatal course / As yet uncertain, frolicsome, and free, / She enter'd at spring-time a lovely wood.
A tender flower there was, born in that wood / The day before, whose root was in a part / High and impervious e'en to spirit free; / For many snares were there of forms so new, / And such desire impell'd my sanguine course, / That to lose freedom were to gain a prize.