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Spite e'en of Virtues self, the God shall reign,
And Love, a first felt love, for me remain.
The Sage who calm'd thy redolence of youth,
And first unveil'd the hallow'd form of Truth,
The great, the godlike Man who gave Thee birth,
Whose wisdoms praise resounds thro' Heav'n and Earth,
With reverence, and with wonder I behold,
And joy'd to see them both you excell'd.
Till lost to wisdom, and by passion sway'd,
Telemachus an artless Nymph betray'd!
O! mighty boast! and worthy of his fame,
A matchless deed! - Oh thou serve to blame,
Whose bitter truths such agonies impart,
Whose keen reproach has pierced my inmost heart,
Was it for this that in this hated Isle,
You fed on looks, and liv'd upon a smile!

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