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 SOlq GS AND And thus that grief a kindred tone Does to each mourning breast impart, And tune, to nearer unison The chords of each congenial heart. But, should each other solace flee, There yet remains a sweet relief, To know thy thoughts are fix'd on me, If bright with joy, or dark with grief. OH, THAT THINE ARM WERE. LOCK'D IN MINE. Oz, that thine ann were 1ock'd in mine, As, musin o the pebbled shoe, I mark the sun's ]ut glo,ries shine, And on the dep it's mdiancs por! Wherever gum my wandering feet, Whateve scenes of bliss I see, I think how more than doubly Sweet The joys they give, if shared with thee; ......... Google

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