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'I cannot but remember such things were, / And were most dear to me. '
WHEN slow Disease, with all her host of pains, / Chills the warm tide which flows along the veins / When Health, affrighted, spreads her rosy wing, / And flies with every changing gale of spring; / Not to the aching frame alone confined, / Unyielding pangs avail the drooping mind: / What grisly forms, the spectre-train of woe, / Bid shuddering Nature shrink beneath the blow / With Resignation wage relentless strife, / While Hope retires appall'd, and clings to life! / Yet less the pang when, through the tedious hour, / Remembrance sheds around her genial power, / Calls back the vanish'd days to rapture given, / When love was bliss, and Beauty form'd our heaven; / Or, dear to youth, portrays each childish scene, / Those fairy bowers, where all in turn have been.