MEROPS
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What care I, so they stand the same,— Things of the heavenly mind,— How long the power to give them name Tarries yet behind? Thus far to-day your favors reach, O fair, appeasing presences! Ye taught my lips a single speech, And a thousand silences. Space grants beyond his fated road No inch to the god of day; And copious language still bestowed One word, no more, to say.