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THE MAN OF FEELING. 2n
I lean on my hand with a figh.
My friends the foft fadnels condemn ;
Yet, methinks, tho’ I cannot tell why*
I (hould hate to be merry like them.
When I walk’d in the pride of the dawn,.
Methought all the region look’d bright:
Has fweetnefs forlaken the lawn ?
For, methinks, I grow fad at the fight.
When I flood by the flream, I have thought
There was mirth in the gurgling found j
But row ’tis a ferrowful note,
And the banks are all gloomy around!
I have laugh’d at the jeft of a friend ;
Now they laugh and I know not the caufe*
Tho’ I feem with my looks to attend.
How filly ! I alk what it was f
They fing the fweet fong of the May,
They fing it with mirth and with glee j
Sure I once thought the fonnet was gay,
But now ’tis all fadncfs to me.