PRINCES, my fair, unfortunately great,
Born to the pompous vassalage of state,
Whene'er the public calls, are doom'd to fly
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SHOULD I the language of my heart conceal,
Nor warmly paint the passion that I feel;
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---------- Thou Hervey, too,
Whose page and soul alike breathe humblest love
To thy adored Redeemer, thou hast shown
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