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THE RING
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For all that ample woodland whisper'd 'debt,'The brook that feeds this lakelet murmur'd 'debt,'And in yon arching avenue of old elms,Tho' mine, not mine, I heard the sober rookAnd carrion crow cry 'Mortgage.'
Miriam.Father's faultVisited on the children!
Father.Ay, but thenA kinsman, dying, summon'd me to Rome—He left me wealth—and while I journey'd hence,And saw the world fly by me like a dream,And while I communed with my truest self,I woke to all of truest in myself,
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