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Tree, victory's bright guerdon, wont to crown / Heroes and bards with thy triumphal leaf, / How many days of mingled joy and grief / Have I from thee through life's short passage known.
Lady, who, reckless of the world's renown, / Reapest in virtue's field fair honour's sheaf; / Nor fear'st Love's limed snares, "that subtle thief," / While calm discretion on his wiles looks down.