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On His Seventy-fifth Birthday

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife;
Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art;
I warmed both hands before the fire of Life;
It sinks, and I am ready to depart.


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Poem On His Seventy-fifth Birthday - Walter Savage Landor
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