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HE CONSOLES HIMSELF WITH THE BELIEF THAT SHE NOW AT LAST SYMPATHISES / WITH HIM.
'Twas time at last from so long war to find / Some peace or truce, and, haply, both were nigh, / But Death their welcome feet has turn'd behind, / Who levels all distinctions, low as high; / And as a cloud dissolves before the wind, / So she, who led me with her lustrous eye, / Whom ever I pursue with faithful mind, / Her fair life briefly ending, sought the sky.