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 AND Agai th' unheeding tide shall flow, Where late it's swelling billows Came, And from the yielding sand eft aee Each vestige of the cherish'd ,ame; But Time his waves may vainly roll, Where it lies graven on my soul.. I ROVED THRO' FOLLY'S GLITTERING MAZE. I ov.x) thro' Fo!ly's glittering maze, It's splendors had no charms for me; Silent I mused, with downcast gaze; Ah, whither flew my thoughts ? TO thee !' I stray'd at enrly morn: how sweet The song of birds---the cowslipt lea ! But still my bliss was incomplete; � Ah, wherefore sigh'd my heart ?. For thee ! ......... Google

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