THE RUINED MIND
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An! sad It is to see the deck Dismasted, of some noble wreck And sad to see the marble stone Defaced, and with grey moss o'ergrown; And to see the broken-lute For ever to it's music mute; But what is lute, or fallen tower, Or ship sunk in it's proudest hour, To awe and majesty combined In their worst shape-the ruined mind4

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