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1 78 POEMS.

��XL.

HPHREE weeks passed since I had seen her,

  • Some disease had vexed ;

Twas with text and village singing I beheld her next,

And a company our pleasure

To discourse alone ; Gracious now to me as any,

Gracious unto none.

Borne, without dissent of either,

To the parish night ; Of the separated people

Which are out of sight ?

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