Love's Chastening

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Once Love grew bold and arrogant of air,

Proud of the youth that made him fresh and fair;

So unto Grief he spake, "What right hast thou

To part or parcel of this heart?" Grief's brow

Was darkened with the storm of inward strife;

Thrice smote he Love as only he might dare,

And Love, pride purged, was chastened all his life.

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