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Ne'er shall I see again with eyes unwet, / Or with the sure powers of a tranquil mind, / Those characters where Love so brightly shined, / And his own hand affection seem'd to set; / Spirit! amid earth's strifes unconquer'd yet, / Breathing such sweets from heaven which now has shrined, / As once more to my wandering verse has join'd / The style which Death had led me to forget.
Another work, than my young leaves more bright, / I thought to show: what envying evil star / Snatch'd thee, my noble treasure, thus from me? / So soon who hides thee from my fond heart's sight, / And from thy praise my loving tongue would bar? / My soul has rest, sweet sigh! alone in thee.