That thy proud head would soon lie low,—

That thy proud head would soon lie low,—

 

Thou 'dst fade and wither, droop and die,

Thou 'dst fade and wither, droop and die,

 

And in the dust neglected lie.

And in the dust neglected lie.

 

Yet still no praise belongs to me—

Yet still no praise belongs to me—

 

I do not sympathize with thee;

I do not sympathize with thee;

 

I never can be proud and vain,

I never can be proud and vain,

 

And imitate thy boasting strain;

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