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Yes, Love, at that propitious time / When hope was in its bloomy prime, / And when I vainly fancied nigh / The meed of all my constancy; / Then sudden she, of whom I sought / Compassion, from my sight was caught.
O ruthless Death! O life severe! / The one has sunk me deep in care, / And darken'd cruelly my day, / That shone with hope's enlivening ray: / The other, adverse to my will, / Doth here on earth detain me still; / And interdicts me to pursue / Her, who from all its scenes withdrew: / Yet in my heart resides the fair, / For ever, ever present there; / Who well perceives the ills that wait / Upon my wretched, mortal state.