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SONNET. 91
SONNET.
TO FORTUNE.
How many. Fortune^ v^^orship at thy slirine.
With wo- worn cheek., and modest, humble prayer.
Yet oft, alas ! are cheerless left to pine.
And Avaste their weary moments in despair !
I too have wooed thee many a bitter day.
Since first I sti'ug'§:led in Misfortune's stream ;
Have sung" thy praises in the wild-taught lay.
The little offspring- of Hope's favoured beam ;
Yet still I'm poor, as those who claim thy aid :
Of golden riches I can boast no store ;
Yes — but thou gavest me Laura, sweetest Maid !
I thank thee. Fortune — for I ask no more.
My Laura's smile can chase Misfortune's frown.
And sorrows past in sweet oblivion drown.*
* See Note at the end.

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