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Which here by Dirke’s stream renowned hath come to light at last.

As welcome to that father comes a son in wedlock born

Whose feet unto the further slope of young life’s hill have passed,

And lights a love-flame in the heart that was of joy forlorn⁠—

For to a dying man is death a thing to hate yet more

If alien heirs like sheep shall herd his wealth of garnered store;⁠—