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Rh Is't hope? Do I wander? Ye rocks and trees yonder, Disclose ye the loved one, Disclose my delight!

O'er my sad fate I sorrow, To each dewy morrow, Veiled here from man's sight. By the many mistaken, Unknown and forsaken, Here wing I my flight! Compassionate spirit! Let none ever hear it,— Conceal my affliction, Conceal thy delight!

To-day I'm rewarded; Rich booty's afforded By Fortune so bright. My servant, the pheasants, And hares fit for presents, Takes homeward at night. Here see I enraptured In nets the birds captured!— Long life to the hunter! Long live his delight!

 THE MISANTHROPE.

first awhile sits he, With calm, unruffled brow; His features then I see, Distorted hideously,— 