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Say, for you saw us, ye immortal lights, How oft, unwearied, have we spent the nights In search of deep philosophy, Wit, eloquence and poetry,-- Arts which I loved, for they, my friend, were thine.
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Hoar poetically reminisces about the late-night discussions he had with his friend, reflecting on their shared interests.
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