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MISCELLAN I'?OD$ POEMS. 18t TO POETRY. IN life's dark passage, there are hours When all, that once seem'd brightly ours, Hope? joy, love, wit's creative powers, �Seem fled and gone: � When friends seem all estranged, or lost, Each fair occasion rudely crost, And we cast forth on fortune's coast, Alibi! alone .? In sue. ha m .ogd, I now pursue ?ne deser t path, that on my view ?.xten .ds; and Tilt t/?o? leave me too,

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I feel thy inspiration glow �More faintly, thro the chill of w?, Wilt thou, my only Lend below' Oh? wilt thOU fly ? ......... ?Google