CHAPTER 113
CHAPTER CXIII
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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;
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:
In intellect, with force and skill
To strive, to fashion, to fulfil --
I doubt not what thou wouldst have been: