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[  25    ] SONNET, SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY WERTER. OH, Solitude! to thy sequester'd vale I come to hide my sorrow and my tears, And to thy echoes tell the mournful tale, Which scarce I trust to pitying friendship's ears. Amidst thy wild-woods and untrodden glades No sounds but those of melancholy move; And the low winds that die among thy shades, Seem like soft pity's sighs for hopeless love. And sure some story of despair and pain In yon deep copse thy murmuring doves relate; And hark! methinks, in that long mournful strain, Thy own sweet plaintive songstress weeps my fate. Ah, nymph! that fate assist me to endure, And bear awhile -- what death alone can cure! SONNET,