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POEMS. 45
XXXI.
A MAN.
��FATE slew him, but he did not drop She felled he did not fall Impaled him on her fiercest stakes He neutralized them all.
��She stung him, sapped his firm advance, But, when her worst was done,
And he, unmoved, regarded her, Acknowledged him a man.
�� �
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