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Rh And sorrowing solitary in the world, Without scarce one to whom to weep his woe; For to the grave relentless death had hurl'd, One after one, all he was born to know. In the same season, thou wilt see sufficed Thy loss to open forth the wounds I bear, I lost a mother kind, and idolized, My joy, and comforter in every care; On her steps my reaved father to the grave Soon followed, and both sank o'erwhelm'd in tears, Calling my name afar; the cries they gave Fell on my heart, but not upon my ears. I ran, I flew, I came, but all in vain: Both now beneath the fatal stone reposed, And I my height of anguish to attain, But found the covering earth yet newly closed. Thou in thy grave affliction more hast found Thee to console, if possible; (how turn Rebels against me thy own woes around! From my rude voice perforce thou hast to learn That he who fortune flattered not before, Will neither flatter grief) thou in thy loss Hast found a thousand comforts, which forbore My cruel fate to grant my path across;