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High of mind and clanly proud; Shrinks he from the rabble crowd; Shuns the herd and loves his friends; Scorns the truckling soul that bends; Holds the sparkling goblet high; Lowers it and drains it dry; Guardian angel of the boy Watch with him through every joy;
Ward off dangers that environ;
Let thy wand be rod of iron.
'Mid the music and the bloom, Soft caresses and perfume, Where the fountains plash and play, Where, though light, 'tis never day, For the day is his in sleep; Dreaming dreams while reapers reap, Poet-born, with fancy bright, Plays and works he in the night; . With no passion mezzo-graded, All sun-bright or somber-shaded.
Cold the winter wind now blows, Lying deep the winter snows; Hard and frozen is the way Where he's wandering astray, And the morning drives the dark From the spot where, lying stark, |
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