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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. LINES, Written in. the first l?af ofa pother book for tl? year. Oil, how nnlike the gift I bringi Is that deep love, which bids' me give .* One scarce shall see another spring, The other life itself outlive. A year shall see it thrown aside, Its transitory uses done, All simile is here denied, At least, I hope, that yo? find none. Soon, will ha read its few.brief words, Its pages.serawt'do?er every part, But love, still, somewhat new affords To read and write within the heart. �This, form'd to measure time, alone, The otber.cannot meaaur'd be, But shall, when hours and years are flown, Run even w/th e{ernity. ......... ?Google
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