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HEREDITY

I view them growing, day by day, in thee, My first-begotten son; I trace them plain In you, my daughters; and I count it gainMyself renewed and multiplied to see.
But sadness mingles with my selfish joy, At thought of what you may be called to bear.Oh, passionate maid! Oh, glad, impulsive boy! Your father’s sad experience you must share—Self-torture, the unfeeling world’s annoy, Gross pleasure, fierce exultance, grim despair!

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