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despondency: an ode

oppress&039;d with grief, oppress&039;d with care,

a burden ore than i can bear,

i set down and sigh;

o life! thou art a gallg load,

along a rough, a weary road,

to wretches such as i!

di backward as i cast y view,

what sick&039;ng scenes appear!

what rrows yet ay pierce through,

too jtly i ay fear!

still carg, despairg,

t be y bitter doo;

y woes here shall close ne&039;er

but with the closg tob!

happy! ye ns of by life,

who, eal to the btlg strife,

no other view regard!

ev&039;n when the wished end&039;s denied,

yet while the by ans are plied,

they brg their own reward:

whilst i, a hope-abandon&039;d wight,

unfitted with an ai,

et ev&039;ry sad returng night,

and joyless orn the sa!

you, btlg, and jtlg,

fet each grief and pa;

i, listless, yet restless,

fd ev&039;ry prospect va

how blest the litary&039;s lot,

who, all-fettg, all fot,

with his huble cell,

the cavern, wild with tanglg roots,

sits o&039;er his newly gather&039;d fruits,

beside his crystal well!

or haply, to his ev&039;ng thought,

by unfreented strea,

the ways of n are distant brought,

a fat, llected drea;

while praisg, and raisg

his thoughts to heav&039;n on high,

as wand&039;rg, and&039;rg,

he views the len sky

than i, no lonely herit pc&039;d

where never huan footstep trac&039;d,

less fit to py the part,

the cky ont to iprove,

and jt to s, and jt to ove,

with self-respectg art:

but ah! those pleasures, loves, and joys,

which i too keenly taste,

the litary can despise,

can want, and yet be blest!

he needs not, he heeds not,

or huan love or hate;

whilst i here t cry here

at perfidy grate!