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POEMS. 85
��XI.
T 'VE got an arrow here ;
- Loving the hand that sent it,
I the dart revere.
Fell, they will say, in ' skirmish ' !
Vanquished, my soul will know, By but a simple arrow
Sped by an archer's bow.
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