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!
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