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As oft it happens in the youth of day / That mists obscure the sun's imperfect ray, / Who, as he's mounting to the dome's extreme, / Smites and dispels them with a steeper beam, / So you the vapors that begirt your birth / Consumed, and manifested all your worth.
But still one early vice obstructs the light / And sullies all the visible and bright / Display of mind and character. You write.