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 "title": "To My Brothers",
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    "text": "Small, busy flames play through the fresh-laid coals,",
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   {
    "text": "And their faint cracklings o’er our silence creep",
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    "text": "Like whispers of the household gods that keep",
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   {
    "text": "A gentle empire o’er fraternal souls.",
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   {
    "text": "And while, for rhymes, I search around the poles,",
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   {
    "text": "Your eyes are fix’d, as in poetic sleep,",
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   {
    "text": "Upon the lore so voluble and deep,",
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   {
    "text": "That aye at fall of night our care condoles.",
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   {
    "text": "This is your birth-day, Tom, and I rejoice",
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   {
    "text": "That thus it passes smoothly, quietly:",
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   {
    "text": "Many such eves of gently whisp’ring noise",
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   {
    "text": "May we together pass, and calmly try",
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   {
    "text": "What are this world’s true joys,⁠—ere the great Voice,",
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    "text": "From its fair face, shall bid our spirits fly.",
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