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1 78 POEMS.
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HPHREE weeks passed since I had seen her,
- Some disease had vexed ;
Twas with text and village singing I beheld her next,
And a company our pleasure
To discourse alone ; Gracious now to me as any,
Gracious unto none.
Borne, without dissent of either,
To the parish night ; Of the separated people
Which are out of sight ?
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