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'Tis held that sorrow makes us wise; Yet how much wisdom sleeps with thee Which not alone had guided me, But served the seasons that may rise;
For can I doubt who knew thee keen In intellect, with force and skill To strive, to fashion, to fulfil -- I doubt not what thou wouldst have been: