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 * of my hours of melancholy gloom,

To soothe me now, come, scouring o'er the plain; Bear me that I forgetfulness may gain,
 * Lost in thy speed from my unhappy doom.


 * The fond illusions of my love are gone,

Fled never to return! and with them borne Peace, happiness and hope: the veil is drawn,
 * And the bared cheat shows frenzy's end alone.


 * O! how the memory of pleasures past

Now wearies me! horrible that soul's state, Of flowers of. hope, or freshness desolate!
 * What then remains it? Bitterness o'ercast.


 * This south wind kills me: O! that I could rest

In sweet oblivion, temporary death! Kind sleep might moderate my feverish breath,
 * And my worn soul again with strength be blest.


 * My Horse, my friend, I do implore thee, fly!

Though with the effort break my frame so weak: Grant for thy master's brows he thus may seek
 * Sleep's balmy wings spread forth benignantly.