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 ffTIMBNTAL To bathe the burnir. g brow of care, To cheer the light of' morrow But bachelor. alter nature's Her dearest 4'ise they ever; No children Lisp around his knee, I'll be a bachelor---never. They speak of the joys the bachelor knows, ' When wine is flowing round them; But mark him when tim morning dawns, What dimnai tbooghto tfound him_ A pair of tongs without a leg, The snuffers without either ! Are not more useless in their way, I'll be a baebelornever. MEDORA'S SONG. DEEP in my oul that tender secret dwells, Lonely end Lost to light forevermore, 8ave when to thine my b6art res !asive �Then trembles into silence as before.. There in its eent = sepulchral lamp--* Burns.the slow fieme eternaL--but _mmseu � Which not the darkness of denpair can damp, Tough vain i. t9, r as,it had never been. RemembeF me-oh! pass not thou my frays Without one thought whose reli' there The only pang my bosom dare not brave, Must be to find forgetfulness in thine. Mfondestfaintest--latest--aeeents hear:. rief for the dead not virtue can reprove; ' Then give me all I ever ask'd--a tear, The firstslast---sole reward Of so much love!

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