NINE AND TWENTY... Could a young life guide one whole nation-
Or be content with lowly aspiration?
Can bloodless hearts pulse with elation,
Thinking of the day of global Redemption
When sins surpass the foams of this ocean,
When the dying hour is fraught with confusion?
Then bless the rising tides of emotion,
That triumphs all human apprehension!
I must choose the path of austerity,
For the world has bid...
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