A SPLICE PARTED.
"Oh! for thy voice, that happy voice,
To breathe its loving welcome now!
Fame, wealth, and all that bids rejoice,
To me are vain! For where art thou?"
"What is glory––what is fame?
That a shadow––this a name,
Restless mortal to deceive.
Are they renown'd––can they be great,
Who hurl their fellow-creature'
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