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BOOK II., CHAP. XIII

Who never eat with tears his bread,
Who never through night's heavy hours
Sat weeping on his lonely bed, —
He knows you not, ye heavenly powers!

Through you the paths of life we gain,
Ye let poor mortals go astray,
And then abandon them to pain, —
E'en here the penalty we pay.
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