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He crept along unpromising of mien Gross he who judges so, his soul was fair Bright as the Children of yon azure sheen True comeliness which nothing can impair Dwells in the [[underline]] mind -- all else is vanity & glare. [[/underline]] He mourn'd for man & virtue lost And seem'd to feel of keen remorse the wound Pond'ring on former days by guilt engrost Or in [[underline]] giddy storm of dissipation [[/underline]] tost.