For rigorous teachers seized my youth, And purged its faith, and trimm'd its fire, Show'd me the high, white star of Truth, There bade me gaze, and there aspire. Even now their whispers pierce the gloom: What dost thou in this living ...
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For rigorous teachers seized my youth, And purged its faith, and trimm'd its fire, Show'd me the hig...
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