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 Pray shun the blast, And travel fast, Wrap'd close in fur.

I'm sorry too, To part with you, Your courteous care At infant school, Next summer cool, I hop'd to share.

My wish to go, I do not know But they'll refuse, Is it not shame My age should claim No right to choose?

Twice has the sphere Roll'd round the year, Since I saw light;