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Thy dewy looks sink in my breast; / Thy gentle words stir poison there; / Thou hast disturbed the only rest / That was the portion of despair! / Subdued to Duty's hard control, / I could have borne my wayward lot: / The chains that bind this ruined soul / Had cankered then-but crushed it not.