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From far hath come accusing Time with wings that slowly trail

Yet surely, crying shame on me for my deep debt unpaid.

Yet if with usury I pay it now, this may avail

To lift the burden, hush the lips that faithlessness upbraid.

My song shall swell as rolling surge that sweeps the shingle down,

Shall pay the wronged one friendship’s debt, shall chant his land’s renown.