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 The great, the gay, shall they partake The heaven that thou alone canst make? And wilt thou quit the stream That murmurs through the dewy mead, The grove and the sequester'd shed, To be a guest with them? For thee I panted; thee I prized. For thee I gladly sacrificed Whatever I lov'd before; And shall I see the start away And, helpless, hopeless, hear thee say— Farewell! we meet no more! Cowper.

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