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Da Capo
The. pleasures of summer you see, and enjoy,
For me want and blindness those pleasures destroy:
You've Joys too, in winter,- but I, to my cost,.
Know winter alone,by the smart of its frost!.
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I once knew, though blind I now wretchedly stray,
The comforts of wealth, and the blessings of day;
A Parents fond care then enlighten'd my mind,
Whence keener afflictions, alas! I now find I
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Then steel not your bosoms against my sad tale,
Ah: look on my years- it must surely prevail:
My tears kindly dry; and oh, may ye ne'er know,
The horrors of want,or the heart ach of woe! .
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