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 But soon Reflection's power imprest A stiller sadness on my breast; And sickly Hope with waning eye Was well content to droop and die: I yielded to the stern decree, Yet heav'd a languid for thee!

And tho' in distant climes to roam, A Wanderer from my native home, I fain would sooth the sense of Care And lull to sleep the Joys, that were! Thy Image may not banish'd be Still, ! still I sigh for thee. JUNE, 1794.