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Oh, not to you, my mentor sweet, / And stern as only sweetness can, / Whose grave eyes look out steadfastly / Across my nature's plan,
And take unerring measure down / Where'er that plan is failed or foiled, / Thinking far less of purpose kept / Than of a vision spoiled.