My gratitude, for thy kindness
Of having me nurtured n love
Of thy arms of grace, of wisdom
And of thy replete care
But now, thou silently weep
Exclusion! dost sense i from,
Thy languish and tears abhor
As humanity don't, no more thee adore
And thine despair doth rekindles not
All, those impalpable generosity,
Those wreath of tender, love, care
Did embraced us, when young
For servitude for man, is
What thou must gain, at present
As prosperity, in hand with luxury
Shalt delivered be in their arms
From scorching thy face, eternal
And the ashes of thy soul....
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