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Live Oak, with Moss, Leaf 11
VII
You bards of ages hence,! when you refer to
me, mind not
so much my poems,
Nor speak to me that I prophesied of The
States and led
them the way of their
glories,
But come, I will inform you who I was
underneath that
impassive exterior—
I will tell
you what to say of me,
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