| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - I, brothers, was a Fool.The first soul drew his airy shape I sang, I jibed, I jested, too;Up to its proudest height, I gave the best I had,I was a Statesman, answered he; Yet all the impulse deep I feltA man of mind and might, Was but to make men glad.t led my people.
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