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If, Poet, thou would'st live beyond the age,
First be the thing thy teachings would create
Make thine own life oracular, thy page
Will then be lord of Fate.

A few unletter'd sentences Christ gave
Out of His purity. The years may bear
Their unregretted learning to the grave —
His words we cannot spare.
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