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“With such and sim’ilar words that spake the tongue of love and human nature’s yearning woe, followed our seaward path both old and young, life’s two extremes by Time made weak and slow. Sad Echo wailèd the near wolds among, as though hard hills were movèd grief to show; And tears the snowy shore suchwise bedew’d, drops rivall’d sands in equal multitude.