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HE PRAYS THAT HE MAY DIE BEFORE LAURA.
The balmy gale, that, with its tender sigh, / Moves the green laurel and the golden hair, / Makes with its graceful visitings and rare / The gazer's spirit from his body fly.
A sweet and snow-white rose in hard thorns set! / Where in the world her fellow shall we find? / The glory of our age! Creator kind! / Grant that ere hers my death shall first be met.
So the great public loss I may not see, / The world without its sun, in darkness left, / And from my desolate eyes their sole light reft, / My mind with which no other thoughts agree, / Mine ears which by no other sound are stirr'd / Except her ever pure and gentle word.
MACGREGOR.