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Her father hearing of the sad news,
greatly then did him confuse;
He wrung his hands and tore his hair,
Crying, Now, alas! I'm in despair.
CYNTHIA'S PERPLEXITY
CYNTHIA frowns whene'er I woo her,
Yet she's vex'd if I give over,
Much she fears I should undo her,
But much more to lose her lover;
Thus in doubting she refuses.
and not winning thus she loses.
Prithee, Cynthia, look behind you,
Age and wrinkles will o'ertake you;
Then too late. desire will find you,
When the power must forsake vou.
Think upon the sad condition
To be past, yet wish fruition.
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THE SAILOR'S TRAGEDY.
TUNE - "How sweet the Love."
I AM a Sailor and home I write,
And in the seas took great delight,
