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 The orphan joins the widow’s sighs;

And torn, from Anna—William dies.

The Sluggard.

TIS the voice of the sluggard—I heard him complain,

You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again.”

As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed

Turns his sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy head.

“ A little more deep, and a little more slumber;”

Thus he wades half his days, and his hours without number:

And when he gets up, he sits holding his hands,

Or walks about saunt'ring, or trifling he stands,