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REFLECTIONSON THE SAME SUBJECT.
Oh Fate, thou art indeed too cruel now,
To rob me of this envied treasure,
To doom me thus to live an age of woe,
For a few fleeting years of pleasure.
To rob me of this envied treasure,
To doom me thus to live an age of woe,
For a few fleeting years of pleasure.
And must I still this sad existence bear,
And all my joys so soon, alas! resign?
And nurture with deep thought the worm of care,
To feed upon this youthful heart of mine?
And all my joys so soon, alas! resign?
And nurture with deep thought the worm of care,
To feed upon this youthful heart of mine?
