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Sweet are thy strains, celestial Bard; / And oft, in childhood's years, / I've read them o'er and o'er again, / With floods of silent tears.
The language of my inmost heart / I traced in every line; / MY sins, MY sorrows, hopes, and fears, / Were there-and only mine.