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 POEMS. 85

��XI.

T 'VE got an arrow here ;


 * Loving the hand that sent it,

I the dart revere.

Fell, they will say, in ' skirmish ' !

Vanquished, my soul will know, By but a simple arrow

Sped by an archer's bow.

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