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a other&039;s nt

for the death of her n

fate gave the word, the arrow sped,

and pierc&039;d y darlg&039;s heart;

and with hi all the joys are fled

life can to ipart

by cruel hands the saplg drops,

dt dishonour&039;d id;

fell the pride of all y hopes,

y a&039;s future shade

the other-l the brake

bewails her ravish&039;d young;

i, for y lost darlg&039;s sake,

nt the live-day long

death, oft i&039;ve feared thy fatal blow

now, fond, i bare y breast;

o, do thou kdly y low

with hi i love, at rest!