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[SIGNED "NEHEMIAH HIGGINGBOTTOM"]
I. Pensive at eve on the hard world I mus'd, / And my poor heart was sad: so at the moon / I gaz'd-and sigh'd, and sigh'd! -- for, ah! how soon / Eve darkens into night. Mine eye perus'd / With tearful vacancy the _dampy_ grass / Which wept and glitter'd in the paly ray; / And I did pause me on my lonely way, / And mused me on those wretched ones who pass / O'er the black heath of Sorrow. But, alas! / Most of Myself I thought: when it befell / That the sooth Spirit of the breezy wood / Breath'd in mine ear -- "All this is very well; / But much of _one_ thing is for _no_ thing good. " / Ah! my poor heart's inexplicable swell!