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WJU!f to the uaiona of sweet ai]ent thought
I awnmon up remembrance of things put,
I sigh the 1aek or many a thing I sought,
And with old woea ne.-wail my dear time'a1f!Uile ;
Then ca.n I drown an eye, unnaed to ilow,
For precioua friends hid in death's dateleaa night,
.6.nd weep a!reah love'a long .. ince-cancell'd woe,
A.ud moaQ the expense of IDADY a vaniah'd Bight.
Theil can I ~eve·at grievancas foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account or fore-bemoanM moan,
Which I new pay aa if not paid befOre :
-But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
AUloeeea are reatored, and sorrows end.
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Tnu was a little lawny islet
By anemone and violet,BB.AJtBIU'&AJIB.Like mosaic, paven:
And ite roof was flowel'8 and leaves
Which the summer's breath ellweavee,
Where nor sun nor showers nor breeze,
P ierce the pines and tallest tree1,
Each a gem engravell.
Girt b.v muy an azure wave
With which the clouds aud mount&ina pa'fe
A lake'a blue chasm. SaaLI.KT.~tilton.
PoET of Pnradise, whose glory illumed
My path of penury, till grew
The deaert to a JPI'rden, and life bloom'd
With hope and JOY, 'ruidat suffering-" honour du11"
I cannot render thee ; but reverence true
Thia heart shall give t.boe, till it reach the verge
Where human splendoura lose their lustrous hue 1
.And, when in death, my mortal joys all merge,
Thy grand and gorgeoua music, Milton, be my dirge I
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