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(4) Yet, even now, lone ideas ſuppreſſing, Which ever rife my poor boſom diſtreſſing; Now, I'll ſuppoſe Fortune's favours carreſſing Them, far in the Iſland that ſits in the ſea.

"No more, ſhall I climb, o'er the wind-beaten mountain, Where mem'ry the track of my home ſtill can trace; No more ſhall I drink from the pure glaſſy fountain, Which oft has reflected content in my face; Yet who can forſee the events of to-morrow, Tho' now on my head lowers the chill blaſt of ſorrow, Perhaps joy's bright ſunſhine may gladden my ſtory Once more in the Iſland that ſits in the ſea.

"Yet now I exiſt to taſte life's bitter anguiſh, Where the battle bled moſt, ſure I fought for the foe;