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Me though in life's sequestered vale,
The Almighty Sire ordained to dwell,
Remote from Glory's toilsome ways,
And the great scenes of public praise;
Yet let me still with grateful pride
Remember how my infant frame
He tempered with prophetic flame,
And early music to my tongue supplied.


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