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M A LADY.
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III A LADY.
/ once had launched little barque,
And in it all my wealth consigneds
Nor thought, alas! of pillows dark,
Nor of the angry, faithless wind.
But soon twas dashed upon a rock,
And sunk--to rise again'--no never!
Too weak to bear the storms rude shock,
Twas lost forever.
That little barquc was cen my heart,
Which on the sea of life cast;
With pride saw it then depart
The Storm was Disappointment's blast.
Ny every hope by Fancy deck'd
put on boar,l-return they'll never;
The rock was Fate, on which twas wreck'd
And lost forever.