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XXXVI.

LOST.

I lost a world the other day.
Has anybody found ?
You'll know it by the row of stars
Around its forehead bound.

A rich man might not notice it ;
Yet to my frugal eye
Of more esteem than ducats.
Oh, find it, sir, for me !