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I BREA M'D I LAY.
1 Bream’d I lay were flowers were fpringing,
Gayly in the funny beam ;
Lift ning to the wild birds finging.
By a falling cryftal ftream:
Straight the fky grew black and daring;
Thro’ the woods the whirlwinds rave ;
Trees with aged arms were warring,
O’er the fwelling drumlie wave.
Such was my life’s deceitful morning.
Such the pleafures I enjoy’d ;
But lang ere noon, loud tempefts florming,
A’ my flow’ry blifs deflroy’d ;
Tho’ fickle fortune has deceiv’d me,
She promis’d fair, and perform’d but ill;
Of mony a joy and hope bereav’d me,
I bear a heart fhall fupport me ftill.

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