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 MISCELLAN I'OD$ POEMS. 18t TO POETRY. IN life's dark passage, there are hours When all, that once seem'd brightly ours, Hope joy, love, wit's creative powers, �Seem fled and gone: � When friends seem all estranged, or lost, Each fair occasion rudely crost, And we cast forth on fortune's coast, Alibi! alone . In sue. ha m .ogd, I now pursue ne deser t path, that on my view .xten .ds; and Tilt t/o leave me too,
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