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Riches I hold in light esteem;

⁠And Love I laugh to scorn;

And lust of fame was but a dream

⁠That vanished with the morn:



And if I pray, the only prayer

⁠That moves my lips for me

Is, "Leave the heart that now I bear,

⁠And give me liberty!"



Yes, as my swift days near their goal,

⁠'Tis all that I implore;

In life and death, a chainless soul,

⁠With courage to endure.