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HE BIDS HIS HEART RETURN TO LAURA, NOT PERCEIVING THAT IT HAD NEVER LEFT / HER.
_P._ Look on that hill, my fond but harass'd heart! / Yestreen we left her there, who 'gan to take / Some care of us and friendlier looks to dart; / Now from our eyes she draws a very lake: / Return alone -- I love to be apart -- / Try, if perchance the day will ever break / To mitigate our still increasing smart, / Partner and prophet of my lifelong ache. / _H._ O wretch! in whom vain thoughts and idle swell, / Thou, who thyself hast tutor'd to forget, / Speak'st to thy heart as if 'twere with thee yet? / When to thy greatest bliss thou saidst farewell, / Thou didst depart alone: it stay'd with her, / Nor cares from those bright eyes, its home, to stir.
MACGREGOR.