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HE NO LONGER FINDS RELIEF IN SOLITUDE.
Thou little chamber'd haven to the woes / Whose daily tempest overwhelms my soul! / From shame, I in Heaven's light my grief control; / Thou art its fountain, which each night o'erflows.