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FAREWELL, O SWEE'f HOPE.
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In youth every prospect by pleasure was liounrieri,
And joy was the portion that destiny g-ave ;
. 'Twas pure as the lake by the mountains surrounrieri,
And warm as the sun— beam that rfan'cri on its wave.
Thy visions were, transient as mists of the morning*;
They shone on my sight like the rainbow of eve;
And the first tear of sorrow proclaimd the sari warning,
Those visions were sent to betray anri deceive.
Peace, mild a>- the dew— drop riescenriing- at even,
--' -Protected my bosom from sorrow and care;
Rut return'! to her throne in the mansion of heaven,
When each object was stamp'd by the hand of riespair.
Oer the flowers of happiness, wither'ri and blighted,
Fond memory lingers, and mourns their decay.
For the blossoms Miy warmtli and thy splendour delighted,
F.xpir'd in the hour that beheld thy last ray.
«VOW; MARY*, vV0H' 1HF STRUGGLE S O'ER.
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