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Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,

And waste its sweetness on the desert air.


Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast,

The little tyrant of his fields withstood;

Some mute, inglorious Milton,—here may rest ;

Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood.

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