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Thus, in this wilderness of years,

Amidst the world's perplexing gloom,

The transient torch of Hymen cheers The pilgrim jomneying to the tomb.

Unhappy he,- whose hopeless eye Turns to the light of love in vain ;

Whose Cynosure is in the sky. He on the dark and lonely main.

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