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O, Where Is Loyalty? If It Be Banished From The Frosty Head, Where Shall It Find A Harbor In The Earth?

The Silence Often Of Pure Innocence Persuades When Speaking Fails.

Sick In The World's Regard, Wretched And Low.

The Fear's As Bad As Falling.

Tis Beauty Truly Blent, Whose Red And White Nature's Own Sweet And Cunning Hand Laid On.