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Come, rouse thee now! I know thy mind, 
And would its strength awaken; 
Proud, gifted, noble, ardent, kind,— 
Strange, thou should’st be thus shaken! 
But rouse afresh each energy, 
And be what Heaven intended thee; 
Shake from thy soul this wearying weight, 
And prove thy spirit firmly great; 
I would not see thee bend below 
The angry storms of earthly wo! 
Full well I know the generous soul 
Which warms thee into life, 
Each spring which can its powers control 
A 
Familiar to thy wife — 
For deem’st thou she had stooped to bind 
Her fate unto a common mind? 
The eagle-like ambition nurs’d 
From childhood in her heart had first 
