CXI. Thus far have I proceeded in a theme Renewed with no kind auspices:--to feel We are not what we have been, and to deem We are not what we should be, and to steel The heart against itself; and to conceal, With a proud caution, love or hate, or aught,-- Passion or feeling, purpose, grief, or zeal,-- Which is the tyrant spirit of our thought, Is a stern task of soul:--No matter,--it is taught.
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