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6 How on they say that Nature has nothing made in vain? Why then beneath the water does hideous rocks remain? No eye these rocks discover, that lurk beneath the deep, To wreck the wandering lover. and Leave the maid to weep.

All melancholyy lying, thus wait’d she for her dear; Repay'd each blast with sighing, each billow with a tear; When o’er the white saves stooping his floating corps she spy’d; Then, like a lily Creeping, She bow’d her head, and dy’d.

THE YOUNG MAN’s WISH.

Free from the bustle of care and rise, Of this short variagated life, O let me spend my days In rural Sweetness with a friend. To whom my mind I may unbend, Nor censure heed, nor praise.