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When, from the heart where Sorrow sits, / Her dusky shadow mounts too high, / And o'er the changing aspect flits, / And clouds the brow, or fills the eye; / Heed not that gloom, which soon shall sink: / My thoughts their dungeon know too well; / Back to my breast the wanderers shrink, / And droop within their silent cell.