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...for my second race ; Or taught my soul to fancy ought But a white celestial thought ; When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love...hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity ; Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinful sound ; Or had the black...

...for my second race; Or taught my soul to fancy ought But a white celestial thought; When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love...hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity ; Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinful sound ; Or had the black...

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...my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy aught But a white celestial thought, — When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love,...; And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity. Oh, how I long to travel back, And tread again that ancient track ! That I might once more...

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...fear, a hope — and await events: Happy those early days, when I Shined in my angel-infancy 1 . . . When on some gilded cloud or flower My gazing soul...hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity. More peculiar incitements inspire the fanatic to continue his literary quest • — something,...

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...for my second race ; Or taught my soul to fancy aught But a white celestial thought ; When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love...hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity ; Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinful sound ; Or had the black...