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18 ,? ?BaMaT?C.' ODS' By the slgh i?e still must heav? Yet ne'er liis weary breast ?lieve By the numbing sense of ?ll, Which shall h?g u?n him st?ll, And he? on his he? s?ll press, When w?'d By ?l t?e k?uer p?gs Peace ?e c?not, sh?l n?t, kuow . H?e. D?d ye mark t?at I ?m ?ere, Life's ?d?ant sun, h?s So?l My ?c of promise ? wi? ?row' Bright o'er th' op?s?ng'clouds of w?; I will ?h his ?fted gl?ce To swap ?e ?uture's ?de expose, ?d draw s?h lovely visions there, As shall win his soul from ca?. D?a?oin?t. . . One ?o? of mine sh?ll s?nk ?y ai? fo?s, from no?ing ?ught ?ou, his wont ?iend, shalt ?int my d?, And oide it W his inmost hea?. Nay, bl?d de?iver, but for thee, How could my subfie rodents ......... ?Google