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Thy virgin softness hast thou e'er bewail'd, Fair Truth, at last, her radiant beams will raise , As Reason yielded, and as Love prevail'd ? And Malice vanquish'd heightens Virtue's praise. And wept the potent god's resistless dart,

Let then thy favor but indulge my flight; His killing pleasure, his ecstatic smart,

0! let my presence make thy travels light; And heavenly poison thrilling through thy heart? And potent Venus shall exalt my name If so, with pity view my wretched state;

Above the rumors of censorious Fame;
At least deplore, and then forget my fate :

Nor from that busy demon's restless power
To somo more happy knight reserve thy charms, Will ever Emma other grace implore,
By Fortune favor'd, and successful arms;

Than that this truth should to the world be knond And only, as the Sun's revolving ray

That I, of all mankind, have lov'd but thee alone Brings back each year this melancholy day, Permit one sigh, and set a part one tear,

HENRY To an abandon'd exile's endless care

But canst thou wield the sword, and bend the boss' for me, alas! outcast of human race,

With active force repel the sturdy foe? Love's anger only waits, and dire disgrace ;

When the loud tumult speaks the battle nigh, For, lo! these hands in murther are imbrue},

And winged deaths in whistling arrows fly; These trembling feet by Justice are pursued:

Wilt thou, though wounded, yet undaunted stay, Fate calls aloud, and hastens me away;

Perform thy part, and share the dangerous day? A shameful death attends my longer stay;

Then, as thy strength decays, thy heart will fail, And I this night must fly from thee and love,

Thy limbs all trembling, and thy cheeks all pale , Condemn'd in lonely woods, a banish'd man, to rove.

With fruitless sorrow, thou, inglorious maid,

Wilt weep thy safety by thy love betray'd :

Then to thy friend, by foes o'ercharg'd, deny
What is our bliss, that changeth with the Moon? | Thy little useless aid, and coward fly:
And day of life, that darkens ere 'tis noon ? Then wilt thou curse the chance that made thee love
What is true passion, if unblest it dies?

| A banish'd man, condemn'd in lonely woods to rove And where is Emma's joy, if Henry flies? If love, alas! be pain; the pain I bear

No thought can figure, and no tongue declare.
Ne'er faithful woman felt, nor false one feign'd,

! With fatal certainty Thalestris knew The flames which long have in my bosom reign'd: To send

. To send the arrow from the twanging yew; The god of love himself inhabits there,

| And, great in arms, and foremost in the war, With all his rage, and dread, and grief, and care,

Bonduca brandish'd high the British spear. His complement of stores, and total war.

Could thirst of vengeance and desire of fame

Excite the female breast with martial flame? 0! cease then coldly to suspect my love; And let my deed at least my faith approve.

And shall not love's diviner power inspire Alas! no youth shall my endearments share;

More hardy virtue, and more generous fire ? Nor day nor night shall interrupt my care;

Near thee, mistrust not, constant I'll abide, No future story shall with truth upbraid

And fall, or vanquish, fighting by thy side. The cold indifference of the Nut-brown Maid ;

Though my inferior strength may not allow Nor to hard banishment shall Henry run,

That I should bear or draw the warrior bow , While careless Emma sleeps on beds of down.'

With ready hand I will the shaft supply, View me resolv'd, where'er thou lead'st, to go,

And joy to see thy victor arrows fly. Friend to thy pain, and partner of thy woe.

Touch'd in the battle by the hostile reed, For I attest, fair Venus and her son,

Shouldst thou, (but Heaven avert it!) shouldst thoi That I, of all mankind, will love but thee alone.

bleed; To stop the wounds, my finest lawn I'd tear,

Wash them with tears, and wipe them with my hair HENRY.

Blest, when my dangers and my toils have shown Let prudence yet obstruct thy venturous way

That I, of all mankind, could love but thee alone And take good heed, what men will think and say ; That beauteous Emma vagrant courses took ; Her father's house and civil life forsook ; That, full of youthful blood, and fond of man, But canst thou, tender maid, canst thou sustain She to the wood-land with an exile ran.

Afflictive want, or hunger's pressing pain? Reflect, that lessen'd fame is ne'er regain'd, Those limbs, in lawn and softest silk array'd, And virgin honor, once, is alway's stain'd:

From sunbeams guarded, and of winds afraid, Timely advis'd, the coming evil shun:

Can they bear angry Jove ? can they resist Better not do the deed, than weep it done. The parching dog-star, and the bleak north-eas: i No penance can absolve our guilty fame;

When, chill'd by adverse snows and beating rain, Nor tears, that wash out sin, can wash out shame. We tread with weary steps the longsome plain ; Then fly the sad effects of desperate love, When with hard toil we seek our evening food, And leave a banish'd man through lonely woods to Berries and acorns from the neighboring wood, rove.

And find among the cliffs no other house

But the thin covert of some gather'd boughs ; ΕΜΜΑ.

Wilt thou not then reluctant send thine eye Let Emma's h apless case be falsely told Around the dreary waste, and, weeping, try By the rash yourg, or the ill-natur'd old :

(Though then, alas! that trial be too late) Let every tongue its various censures choose ; To find thy father's hospitable gate, Absolve with coldness, or with spite accuse : | And seats, where ease and plenty brooding sate?


Those seats, whence long excluded, thou must |'Tis long since Cynthia and her train were there mourn :

Or guardian gods made innocence their care. That gate, for ever barr’d to thy return:

Vagrants and outlaws shall offend thy view : Wilt thou not then bewail ill-fated love,

For such must be my friends, a hideous crew, And hate a banish'd man, condemn'd in woods to By adverse fortune mix'd in social ill, rove?

|Train'd to assault, and disciplin'd to kill ;

Their common loves, a lewd abandon'd pack, EMMA.

The beadle's lash still flagrant on their back: Thy rise of fortune did I only wed,

By sloth corrupted, by disorder fed, From its decline determind to recede;

Made bold by want, and prostitute for bread: Did I but purpose to embark with thee

With such must Emma hunt the tedious day, On the smooth surface of a summer's sea;

Assist their violence, and divide their prey : While gentle zephyrs play in prosperous gales, With such she must return at setting light, And Fortune's favor fills the swelling sails; Though not partaker, witness of their night. But would forsake the ship, and make the shore, | Thy ear, inur'd to charitable sounds When the winds whistle, and the tempests roar ? And pitying love, must feel the hateful wounds No, Henry, no: one sacred oath has tied

of jest obscene and vulgar ribaldry,
Our lores: one destiny our life shall guide; The ill-bred question, and the lewd reply ;
Nor wild nor deep our common way divide. Brought by long habitude from bad to worse,

When from the cave thou risest with the day, Must hear the frequent oath, the direful curse,
To beat the woods, and rouse the bounding prey; That latest weapon of the wretches' war,
The cave with moss and branches I'll adorn, And blasphemy, sad comrade of despair.
And cheerful sit, to wait my lord's return :

Now, Emma, now the last reflection make,
And, when thou frequent bringst the smitten deer, What thou wouldst follow, what thou must fire
For seldom, archers say, thy arrows err)

sike : I'll fetch quick fuel from the neighboring wood, By our ill-omen'd stars, and adverse Heaven, And strike the sparkling fint, and dress the food; No middle object to thy choice is given. With humble duty, and officious haste,

Or yield thy virtue, to attain thy love; I'll cull the furthest mead for thy repast;

Or leave a banish'd man, condemn'd in woods to The choicest herbs I to thy board will bring,

rove. And draw thy water from the freshest spring :

EMMA. And, when at night with weary toil opprest, Soft slumbers thou enjoy'st, and wholesome rest, O grief of heart! that our unhappy sates Watchful I'll guard thee, and with midnight prayer Force thee to suffer what thy honor hates : Weary the gods to keep thee in their care; Mix thee amongst the bad ; or make thee run And joyous ask, at morn's returning ray,

Too near the paths which Virtue bids thee shun. If thou hast health, and I may bless the day. Yet with her Henry still let Emma go; Niy thoughts shall fix, my latest wish depend, With him abhor the vice, but share the woe : On thee, guide, guardian, kinsman, father, friend: And sure my little heart can never err By all these sacred names be Henry known Amidst the worst, if Henry still be there. To Emma's heart; and grateful let him own

Our outward act is prompted from within; That she, of all mankind, could love but him alone! And from the sinner's mind proceeds the sin :

By her own choice free Virtue is approv'd ;

Nor by the force of oulward objects mov'd.
Vainly thou tell'st me, what the woman's care Who has assay'd no danger, gains no praise.
Shall in the wildness of the wood prepare : In a small isle, amidst the wildest seas,
Thou, ere thou goest, unhappiest of thy kind, Triumphant Constancy has fix'd her seat:
Must leave the babit and the sex behind.

In vain the Syrens sing, the tempests beat :
No longer shall thy comely tresses break

Their flattery she rejects, nor fears their threat. In flowing ringlets on thy snowy neck;

For thee alone these little charms I drest : Or sit behind thy head, an ample round,

Condemn'd them, or absolv'd them by thy test. In graceful braids with various ribbon bound : In comely figure rang'd my jewels shone, No longer shall the bodice aptly lac'd,

Or negligently plac'd for thee alone : From thy full bosom to thy slender waist,

For thee again they shall be laid aside ; That air and harmony of shape express,

The woman, Henry, shall put off her pride Fine by degrees, and beautifully less :

For thee: my clothes, my sex, exchang'd for thcc. Nor shall thy lower garments' artful plait,

I'll mingle with the people's wretched lee: From thy fair side dependent to thy feet,

O line extreme of human insamy! Arm their chaste beauties with a modest pride, Wanting the scissars, with these hands I'll tear And double every charm they seek to hide. (If that obstructs my flight) this load of hair. Th' ambrosial plenty of thy shining hair,

Black soot, or yellow walnut, shall disgrace Cropt off and lost, scarce lower than thy ear This little red and white of Emma's face. Shall stand uncouth: a horseman's coat shall hide These nails with scratches shall deform my breast Thy taper shape, and comeliness of side:

Lest by my look or color be express'd The short trunk-hose shall show thy foot and knee | The mark of aught high-born, or ever better dress d Licentious, and to common eye-sight free:

Yet in this commerce, under this disguise And, with a bolder stride and looser air,

Let me be grateful still to Henry's eyes; Mingled with men, a man thou must appear. Lost to the world, let me to him be knowa: Nor solitude, nor gentle peace of mind,

My fate I can absolve, if he shall own Matuken maid, shalt thou in forests find :

That, leaving all mankind, I love but him alone.

Why shouldst thou weep? let Nature judge our HENRY

case ;

I saw thee young and fair; pursued the chase O wildest thoughts of an abandon'd mind !

Of Youth and Beauty: I another saw Name, habit, parents, woman, left behind.

Fairer and younger: yielding to the law Ev'n honor dubious, thou preferr'st to go

Of our all-ruling mother, I pursued Wild to the woods with me : said Emma so ?

More youth, more beauty : blest vicissitude ! Or did I dream what Emma never said ?

My active heart still keeps its pristine flame O guilty error! and i wretched maid !

The object alter'd, the desire the same. Whose roving fancy would resolve the same

This younger, fairer, pleads her rightful charnis With him, who next should tempt her easy fame;

With present power compels me to her arms. And blow with empty words the susceptible flame.

And much I fear, from my subjected mind, Now why should doubtful terms thy mind perplex ? |

(If Beauty's force to constant love can bind.) Confess thy frailty, and avow the sex :

That years may roll, ere in her turn the maid
No longer loose desire for constant love
Mistake : but say, 'tis man with whom thou long'st

Shall weep the fury of my love decay'd ;

And weeping follow me, as thou dost now to rove.

With idle clamors of a broken vow.

Nor can the wildness of thy wishes err

So wide, to hope that thou may’st live with her Are there not poisons, racks, and flames, and Love, well thou know'st, no partnership allows: swords,

Cupid averse rejects divided vows : That Emma thus must die by Henry's words ?

Then, from thy foolish heart, vain maid, remove Yet what could swords or poison, racks or flame, An useless sorrow, and an ill-starr'd love But mangle and disjoint this brittle frame!

And leave me, with the fair, at large in woods to More fatal Henry's words; they murder Emma's fame.

And fall these sayings from that gentle tongue,
Where civil speech and soft persuasion hung;

Whose artful sweetness and harmonious strain,
Courting my grace, vet courting it in vain,

Are we in life through one great error led ? Callid sighs, and tears, and wishes, to its aid ;

Is each man perjur'd, and each nymph betray'd And, whilst it Henry's glowing flame convey'd, of the superior sex art thou the worst? Still blam'd the coldness of the Nut-brown Maid? | Am I of mine the most completely curst ? Let envious Jealousy and canker'd Spite

Yet let me go with thee; and going prove, Produce my actions to severest light,

From what I will endure, how much I love. And tax my open day, or secret night.

This potent beauty, this triumphant fair Did e'er my tongue speak my unguarded heart

This happy object of our different care, The least inclin'd to play the wanton's part?

Her let me follow; her let me attend Did e'er my eye one inward thought reveal,

A servant (she may scorn the name of friend). Which angels might not hear, and virgins tell ?

What she demands, incessant I'll prepare : And hast thou, Henry, in my conduct known

I'll weave her garlands; and I'll plait her hair: One fault, but that which I must never own,

My busy diligence shall deck her board,
That I. of all mankind, have lov'd but thee alone? |(For there at least I may approach my lord,)

And, when her Henry's softer hours advise

His servant's absence, with dejected eyes
Vainly thou talk'st of loving me alone:

Far I'll recede, and sighs forbid to rise. Each man is man; and all our sex is one..

Yet, when increasing grief brings slow disease False are our words, and fickle is our mind :

And ebbing life, on terms severe as these, Nor in Love's ritual can we ever find

Will have its little lamp no longer fed ; Vows made to last, or promises to bind.

When Henry's mistress shows him Emma dead; By Nature prompted, and for empire made,

Rescue my poor remains from vile neglect, Alike by strength or cunning we invade :

With virgin honors let my hearse be deckt, When, arm'd with rage, we march against the foe,

And decent emblem; and at least persuade We lift the battle-ax and draw the bow :

This happy nymph, that Emma may be laid When, fir'd with passion, we attack the fair,

| Where thou, dear author of my death, where she, Delusive sighs and brittle vows we bear;

With frequent eye my sepulchre may see. Our falsehood and our arms have equal use;

The nymph amidst her joys may haply breathe

One pious sigh, reflecting on my death,
As they our conquest or delight produce.
The foolish heart thou gav'st, again receive,

And the sad fate which she may one day prove, The only boon departing love can give.

Who hopes from Henry's vows eternal love. To be less wretched, be no longer true;

And thou forsworn, thou cruol, as thou art, What strives to fly thee, why shouldst thou pursue?

If Emma's image ever touch'd thy heart; Forget the present flame, indulge a new;

Thou sure must give one thought, and drop one lear Single the loveliest of the amorous youth:

To her, whom love abandon'd to despair; Ask for his vow; but hope not for his truth.

To her, who, dying, on the wounded stone

Bid it in lasting characters be known,
The next man (and the next thou shalt believe)
Will pawn his gods, intending to deceive;

That, of mankind, she lov'd but thee alone
Will kneel, implore, persist, o'ercome, and leave.
Hence jet thy Cupid aim his arrows right;

Be vise and false, shun trouble, seek delight: I Hear, solemn Jove; and conscious Venus, hear
Change thou the first, nor wuit thy lover's flight. And thou, bright maid, believe me whilst I swear
No time, no change, no future flame, shall move Nor happiness can I, nor misery feel,
The well-plac'd basis of my lasting love.

From any turn of her fantastic wheel :
O powerful virtue! O victorious fair!

Friendship's great laws, and Love's superior powers At least, excuse a trial too severe :

Must mark the color of my future hours.
Receive the triumph, and forget the war.

From the events which thy commands create,
No banish'd man, condemnd in woods to rove, I must my blessings or my sorrows date;
Entreats thy pardon, and implores thy love: And Henry's will must dictate Emma's fate
No perjur'd knight desires to quit thy arms,

Yet, while with close delight and inward pride Fairest collection of thy sex's charms,

(Which from the world my careful soul shall hidu) Crown of my love, and honor of my youth! I see thee, lord and end of my desire, ilenry, thy Henry, with eternal truth,

Exalted high as virtue can require; As thou may'st wish, shall all his life employ. With power invested, and with pleasure cheer'd ; And found his glory in his Emma's joy.

Sought by the good, by the oppressor fear'd; In me behold the potent Edgar's heir,

Loaded and blest with all the affluent store, Illustrious earl: him terrible in war

Which human vows at smoking shrines implore ; Let Loyre confess, for she has felt his sword, Grateful and humble grant me to employ And trembling fled before the British lord. My life subservient only to thy joy ; Him great in peace and wealth fair Deva knows; And at my death to bless thy kindness shown For she amidst his spacious meadows flows; To her, who of mankind could love but thee alone Inclines her urn upon his fatten'd lands; And sees his numerous herds imprint her sands. While thus the constant pair alternate said, And thou, my fair, my dove, shalt raise thy Joyful above them and around them play'd thought

Angels and sportive Loves, a numerous crowd ; To greatness next to empire: shalt be brought Smiling they clapt their wings, and low they bovi'd . With solemn pomp to my paternal seat;

They tumbled all their liuile quivers o'er, Where peace and plenty on thy word shall wait. To choose propitious shafts, a precious store ; Music and song shall wake the marriage-day; | That, when their god should take his future certs, And, whilst the priests accuse the bride's delay, To strike (however rarely) constant hearts, Myrtles and roses shall obstruct her way.

His happy skill might proper arms employ, Friendship shall still thy evening feasts adorn ; All tipt with pleasure, and all wing'd with joy : And blooming Peace shall ever bless thy morn. | And those, they vow'd, whose lives should mitato Succeeding years their happy race shall run, | These lovers' constancy, should share their fate. And Age, unheeded, by delight come on:

The queen of beauty stopt her bridled doves; While yet superior Love shall mock his power: Approv'd the little labor of the Loves; And when old Time shall turn the fated hour, Was proud and pleas'd the mutual vow to hear; Which only can our well-tied knot unfold,

And to the triumph call'd the god of war: What rests of both, one sepulchre shall hold. Soon as she calls, the god is always near.

Hence then for ever from my Emma's breast, “Now, Mars,” she said, “let Fame exalt lier (That heaven of softness, and that seat of rest,)

voice: Ye doubts and fears, and all that know to move Nor let thy conquests only be her choice : Tormenting grief, and all that trouble love, But, when she sings great Edward from the field Scatler'd by winds recede, and wild in forests rove. Return'd, the hostile spear and captive shield

In Concord's temple hung, and Gallia taught to

yield; EMMA

And when as prudent Saturn shall complete O day, the fairest sure that ever rose !

The years design'd to perfect Britain's state, Period and end of anxious Emma's woes!

The swift-wing'd power shall take her trump again, Sire of her joy, and source of her delight;

To sing her favorite Anna's wondrous reign;
0! wing'd with pleasure, take thy happy flight, To recollect unwearied Marlborough's toils,
And give each future morn a tincture of thy white. Old Rufus' hall unequal to his spoils;
Yet tell thy votary, potent queen of love,

The British soldier from his high command
Henry, my Henry, will he never rove?

Glorious, and Gaul thrice vanquish'd by his hand . Will he be ever kind, and just, and good ?

Let her, at least, perform what I desire ;
And is there yet no mistress in the wood ?

With second breath the vocal brass inspire ;
None, none there is; the thought was rash and vain, And tell the nations, in no vulgar strain,
A false idea, and a fancied pain.

What wars I manage, and what wreaths I gain. Doubt shall for ever quit my strengthen'd heart, And, when thy tumults and thy fights are past; And anxious jealousy's corroding smart;

And when thy laurels at my feet are cast; Nor other inmate shall inhabit there,

Faithful may'st thou, like British Henry, prove : But soft Belief, young Joy, and pleasing Care. And, Emma-like, let me return thy love.

Hence let the tides of plenty ebb and flow, * Renown'd for truth, let all thy sons appear; And Fortune's various gale unheeded blow.

And constant beauty shall reward their care." If at my feet the suppliant goddess stands,

Mars smil'd, and bow'd : the Cyprian deity
And sheds her treasure with unwearied hands, Turn'd to the glorious ruler of the sky;
Her present favor cautious I'll embrace,

" And thou," she smiling said, “great god of daya And not unthankful use the proffer'd grace: And verse, behold my deed, and sing my praise ; If she reclaims the temporary boon,

As on the British earth, my favorite isle,
And tries her pinions, futtering to be gone; Thy gentle rays and kindest influence smile,
Secure of mind, I'll obviate her intent,

Through all her laughing fields and verdant groves And unconcern'd return the goods she lent | Proclaim with joy these memorable loves.

From every annual course let one great day
To celebrated sports and floral play
Be set aside; and, in the softest lays
Of thy poetic sons, be solemn praise
And everlasting marks of honor paid
To the true lover, and the Nut-brown Maid."


The pride of every grove I chose,

The violet sweet and lily fair, The dappled pink, and blushing rose,

To deck my charming Chloe's hair.

At morn the nymph vouchsaf'd to place

Upon her brow the various wreath ; The flowers less blooming than her face

The scent less fragrant than her breath.

The flowers she wore along the day :

And every nymph and shepherd said, That in her hair they look'd more gay

Than glowing in their native bed.

Undrest at evening, when she found

Their odors lost, their colors past; She chang'd her look, and on the ground

Her garland and her eye she cast.

That eye dropt sense distinct and clear,

As any Muse's longue could speak, When from its lid a pearly tear

Ran trickling down her beauteous cheek.

The reason of the thing is clear
Would Jove the naked truth aver.
Cupid was with him of the party,
And show'd himself sincere and hearty,
For, give that whipster but his errand,
He takes my lord chief justice' warrant:
Dauntless as Death, away he walks ;
Breaks the doors open, snaps the locks,
Searches the parlor, chamber, study;
Nor stops till he has culprit's body.

“Since this has been authentic truth
By age deliver'd down to youth;
Tell us, mistaken husband, tell us,
Why so mysterious, why so jealous ?
Does the restraint, the bolt, the bar,
Make us less curious, her less fair!
The spy, which does this treasure keep,
Does she ne'er say her prayers, nor sleep
Does she to no excess incline?
Does she fly music, mirth, and wine ?
Or have not gold and flattery power
To purchase one unguarded hour ?

“Your care does further yet extend :
That spy is guarded by your friend.-
But has this friend nor eye nor heart?
May he not feel the cruel dart,
Which, soon or late, all mortals feel ?
May he not, with too tender zeal,
Give the fair prisoner cause to see,
How much he wishes she were free?
May he not craftily infer
The rules of friendship too severe,
Which chain him to a nated trust;
Which make him wretched, to be just ?
And may not she, this darling she,

Youthful and healthy, flesh and blood,
Easy with him, ill us'd by thee,

Allow this logis to be good ?"

“Sir, will your questions never end ? I trust to neither spy nor friend. In short, I keep her from the sight or every human face.”—“She'll write.' “ From pen and paper she's debarr'd.”— “ Has she a bodkin and a card ? She'll prick her mind."-"She will, you say: But how shall she that mind convey? I keep her in one room : I lock it: The key, (look here,) is in this pocket."“ The key-hole, is that left ?"_“ Most cer

tain."— “She'll thrust her letter through, Sir Martin."

“Dear, angry friend, what must be done?
“ Is there no way ?”—“There is but one.
Send her abroad : and let her see,
That all this mingled mass, which she,
Being forbidden, longs to know,
Is a dull farce, an empty show,
Powder, and pocket-glass, and beau;
A staple of romance and lies,
False tears and real perjuries :
Where sighs and looks are bought and sold.
And love is made but to be told :
Where the fat bawd and lavish heir
The spoils of ruin'd beauty share;
And youth, seduc'd from friends and fame
Must give up age to want and shame.
Let her behold the frantic scene,
The women wretched, false the men :
And when, these certain ills to shun,
She would to thy embraces run,

Dissembling what I knew too well,

“My love, my life," said I, “explain This change of humor: pr’ythee tell :

That falling tear-what does it mean ?"

She sigh'd ; she smil'd; and, to the flowers

Pointing, the lovely moralist said : “ See, friend, in some few fleeting hours,

See yonder, what a change is made!

" Ah, me! the blooming pride of May,

And that of Beauty, are but one: At morn both flourish bright and gay;

Both fade at evening, pale, and gone.

" At dawn poor Stella danc'd and sung ;

The amorous youth around her bow'd : At night her fatal knell was rung;

I saw, and kiss'd her in her shroud.

• Such as she is, who died to-day;

Such I, alas! may be to-morrow : Go, Damon, bid thy Muse display

The justice of thy Chloe's sorrow."

AN ENGLISH PADLOCK. Miss Danaë, when fair and young,

As Horace has divinely sung.) Could not be kept from Jove's embrace By doors of steel, and walls of brass.

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