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OOR Relict of my once known yellow Store, Muſt thou be chang'd, and I have Gold no more? To earn thee, oft I've exercis'd my Brain, Small the Reward, but grateful was the Pain. Thou haſt reliev'd the Troubles of the Day, And ſooth'd my Soul, whilſt I in Slumbers lay. In Storms at Sea, and Journeys on the Land, I had a Friend, whilſt I could thee command. I've prov'd thy Guide, and thou my Honour's Guard; and that we now ſhould part, is wond'rous hard. Rh