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When life looks lone and dreary,

 What light can dispel the gloom' When times swift wing grows weary, What charm can refresh his plume' Iris Vonan. whose sweetness beameth Ger all that we feel or see; And if man of heaven e'er dreameth. 'Tis when he thinks purely of thee. Let eonquerors fight for glory,

 Too dearly the mead they gain. Let petriots live in story,

 Too often they die in vain. Give kingdo ns to those,who chose 'em, This world can offer to me No throne like beauty's bosom,

 No freedom like serving thee.