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![]() The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone. |
![]() The work of Fancy, or some happy tone Of meditation, slipping in between The beauty coming and the beauty gone. |
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![]() Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart. |
![]() And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love and thought and joy. |
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