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TO J. S.
viii.
I honour and his living worth:
A man more pure and bold and just
Was never born into the earth.
ix.
Since that dear soul hath fall'n asleep.
Great Nature is more wise than I:
I will not tell you not to weep.
x.
Drawn from the spirit thro' the brain,
I will not even preach to you,
"Weep, weeping dulls the inward pain."
xi.
She loveth her own anguish deep
More than much pleasure. Let her will
Be done—to weep or not to weep.