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Sorrow
While sunk in deepest solitude and woe,
My streaming eyes with ceaseless sorrow flow,
While anguish wears the sleepless night away,
And fresher grief awaits returning day;
Encompassed round with ruin, want, and shame.
Undone in fortune, blasted in my fame;
Lost to the soft endearing ties of life.
And tender names of daughter, mother, wife;
Can no recess from calumny be found?
And yet can fate inflict a deeper wound!10
Shed then a ray divine, all-graceous Heaven,
Pardon the soul that sues to be forgiven.
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