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That blessing [[underline]] Hope [[/underline]] to me I find a curse; Her prospects brighten, but to change to worse Her every promise, has my faith betray'd And get her dupe often am I made. From what I feel, her efforts are design'd To lure contentment from the anxious mind Fame, Fortune, Freinds -- indeed are full of charms; But what of these? --- Despair's within my arms; Oh for some aid to drive away the fiend Some one who pity with releif can blend. If any wish to see the traits of woe Within that heart from whence these numbers flow Let them imagine, or they never feel What I from this my humble cell reveal. Within my sight is passing pleasure's train Whose freaks & follies aggravate my pain. Let none this Envy in my Soul miscall ---- I scorn the vice -- & hope I ever shall; For those I can't esteem, have not my praise Nor can another's good my envy raise. But say can wretches see the pomp of state And not repine at their own starving fate? Or can they see the down where Lux'ry lies.
