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Still onward winds the dreary way; / I with it; for I long to prove / No lapse of moons can canker Love, / Whatever fickle tongues may say.
And if that eye which watches guilt / And goodness, and hath power to see / Within the green the moulder'd tree, / And towers fall'n as soon as built --