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 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. And when at length distinctly bright i see Thy long sought image bless my mental eye, Art thou not musing then (fond thought ]) on me, Or wafting prayers for me beyond the sky ? Oh, as thou sleep'st the sleep devoid of care, Which tranquil innocence alone can know, That some kind pitying angel in thine ear Would breathe my words; yet, ah, without their woe ! For I would not distress thee with the sound Of all the sighs, which rend my suffering breast; And, rather than thy heart one moment wound, Feel my own break with 11 its grief supprest. TO THE SCENTLESs VIOLET. Dcr.rgv. plant, from thee no odours rise, Perfume the air, or scent the mossy glade, Altho' thy blossoms wear the modest guise Of her, the sweetest offspring of the shade. ......... Google

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