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n an age of fops and toys,Wanting wisdom, void of right,Who shall nerve heroic boysTo hazard all in Freedom's fight,--Break sharply off their jolly games,Forsake their comrades gay,And quit proud homes and youthful dames,For famine, toil, and fray?Yet on the nimble air benignSpeed nimbler messages,That waft the breath of grace divineTo hearts in sloth and ease.So nigh is grandeur to our dust,So near is God to man,When Duty whispers low, _Thou must_,The youth replies, _I can_.
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