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Yet e're far from all I treasure XXXXXXXX ere I bid [[foreign: French]] Adieu! [[/foreign]] Ere my days of pain are measured Take the song that's [[underline]] still [[/underline]] thy due! Yet, believe no servile passions Seek to charm the vagrant mind. Well I know thy inclinations Waning as the passing wind. I have loved thee -- [[underline]] dearly [[/underline]] loved thee, Through an age of worldly woe. How ungrateful have I found thee Let my mournful exile shew -- Ten long years of anxious sorrow Hour by hour I count'd o'er, Power and splendor could not charm me, I no joy in Wealth could see!
