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 Again th' unheeding tide shall flow, D Where late it's swelling billows came, And from the yielding sand efface Each vestige of the cherish'd name; But Time his waves may vainly roll, Where it lies graven on my soul. I ROVED THRO' FOLLY'S GLITTERING MAZE. I ROVED thro' Folly'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 early morn: how sweet The song of birds-the cowslipt lea! But still my bliss was incomplete; Ah, wherefore sigh'd my heart? For thee!