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THE SKY-LARK. 161
At distance from his Anna's beauty,
While roaring winds the sea deform,
Ben sings, and well performs his duty,
And braves for love the frightful storm.
Alas ! in vain — the vessel batter'd,
On a rock splitting open'd wide,
While lacerated, torn, and shatter'd,
Ben thought of Anna, sigh'd, and died.
The semblance of each lovely feature,
That Ben had worn around his neck,
Where art stood substitute for nature,
A tar, his friend, sav'd from the wreck.
In fervent hope, while Anna burning,
Blush'd as she wish'd to be a bride,"
The portrait came, joy turn'd to mourning,
She saw, grew pale, sunk down, and died.
GLEE.
When for the world's repose my fairest sleeps,
See Cupid hovers round her couch and weeps,
Well may'st thou weep, proud boy, thy ^power dies ?
Thou hast no dart when Chloe has no eyes.

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