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To thee I give this tortured breast, Where Hope arises but to foster Pain; Ah! lull its agonies to rest! Ah! let me never be deceived again! But callous, in thy deep repose, Behold, in long array, the woes Of the dread future, calm and undismay'd, Till I may claim the hope—that shall not fade!