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I	A
Oh take the pure gem to where southerly breezes	B
Waft repose to some bosom as faithful as fair	C
In which the warm current of love never freezes	B
As it rises unmingled with selfishness there	C
Which untainted by pride unpolluted by care	C
Might dissolve the dim icedrop might bid it arise	D
Too pure for these regions to gleam in the skies	D
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II	A
Or where the stern warrior his country defending	E
Dares fearless the dark rolling battle to pour	F
Or o'er the fell corpse of a dread tyrant bending	E
Where patriotism red with his guilt reeking gore	F
Plants Liberty's flag on the slave peopled shore	F
With victory's cry with the shout of the free	G
Let it fly taintless Spirit to mingle with thee	G
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III	A
For I found the pure gem when the daybeam returning	E
Ineffectual gleams on the snow covered plain	H
When to others the wished for arrival of morning	E
Brings relief to long visions of soul racking pain	H
But regret is an insult to grieve is in vain	H
And why should we grieve that a spirit so fair	C
Seeks Heaven to mix with its own kindred there	C
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IV	I
But still 'twas some Spirit of kindness descending	E
To share in the load of mortality's woe	J
Who over thy lowly built sepulchre bending	E
Bade sympathy's tenderest teardrop to flow	J
Not for THEE soft compassion celestials did know	J
But if ANGELS can weep sure MAN may repine	J
May weep in mute grief o'er thy low laid shrine	J
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V	I
And did I then say for the altar of glory	I
That the earliest the loveliest of flowers I'd entwine	J
Though with millions of blood reeking victims 'twas gory	I
Though the tears of the widow polluted its shrine	J
Though around it the orphans the fatherless pine	J
Oh Fame all thy glories I'd yield for a tear	C
To shed on the grave of a heart so sincere	K

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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