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HEN faint and sad o'er Sorrow's desart wild Slow journeys onward poor Misfortune's child; When fades each lovely form by Fancy drest, And inly pines the self-consuming breast; No scourge of scorpions in thy right arm dread, No helmed terrors nodding o'er thy head,