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 SONNRTS. 321 .XXVIL FAlhI(Y. O FANCY, when a'child, too rashly bold, I found thee c0il'd amid the lonely shade, And took thee.fo my chaplet, as 'tls told Forth from her cottage stole an Indian Maid, And, as she wander'd down the sunny glade, Espied a snake, in hues of green and gold, � And glittering pSnoply of light array'd. Poor innocent ! the shining death she rol!'d Round her'smooth brow in many a wanton .braid, The dark reduadance of her locks to hold, And of the passing stream a mirror made, To view, and vary every sportive fold. But, ah, in anguish now she shrieks dismay'd, Death--Death thro' every vein glides uncontroli'd !

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