O , be at peace, because
Nor knave nor dolt break
s not for their applause,
Being for a womans sake.
Enoughe work has seemed,
So did srength renew,
A dream t a lion had dreamed
till the wilderness cried aloud,
A secret betwo,
Bethe proud.
, still you would heir praise!
But ier text,
th of her days
t rangeness perplexed;
And her dreaming gave
Earned slander, ingratitude,
From self-same dolt and knave;
Aye, and hese.
Yet she, singing upon her road,
peace.
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