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.MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. When on the world, reluctant, thrown, By sad experience, donm'd to learn How the heartbeab h-crowds, alone, Still to this spot would memory turn, Still to its every haunt repair; Yet one fond tie was wanting; there... But now, wi?thin my happier breast, That su?ed fie, at length, is twin'd, And all of loveliest, and beat, Seems in this cherish'd spot combin'd: 'Tis given, with thee, its swe?ts tb Jsham; And nothin? now is wanting there. To C. B. T. I saw thee tlrs?, when Fortune's ray Thy pleasures crown'd; And thou weft young, and brightly As all around: ......... ?Google