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To Augusta by Ld A.H. August the [[underline]] 2nd [[/underline]] 1802-- Ten winters now have slowly roll'd away Since 1st our melancholy doom was seal'd Ten years hath sorrow seized us for her prey Nor half our [[underline]] miseries hath yet [[/underline]] reveal'd Each hope belied! each fav'rite wish revers'd Till sorrow seem'd from sorrow's self to grow; And sufferings past, we vainly thought our worst Have prov'd but [[underline]] symptoms [[/underline]] of severer woe.-- Yet misery here, in vain employs her scourge While love derives new strength from conquer'd pain Ten years of sorrow have but serv'd to forge That strongest [[underline]] tie, -- a voluntary [[/underline]] Chain.
