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Riches I hold in light esteem, And Love I laugh to scorn; And lust of Fame was but a dream That vanished with the morn- And if I pray,the only prayer That moves my lips for me Is-Leave the heart that now I bear, And give me liberty.' Yes,as my sweft days near their goal, 'Tis all that I implore Through life and death,a chainless soul, With courage to endure! Enter your Message♪ |
