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Did he feel what a man might feel
 Friend-left, and sore distrest?
Did Pain's keen dart, and Grief's sharp sting
 Strive in his mangled breast?

Did longing for affection lost
 Barb every deadly dart;
Love unrepaid, and Faith betrayed
 Did these torment his heart?

No! leave to man his proper doom!
 These are the pangs that rise
Around the bed of state and gloom,
 Where Adam's offspring dies!