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XCIY.

For thee, who thus iu too protracted songHast soothed thine idlesse with inglorious !ays ,Soon shall thy voice he lost amid the throngOf louder minstrels in these later days:

■To sucli resign the strife for fading bays —ill may such contest now the spirit moveWhich heeds nor keen reproach nor partial praise;Since cold each kinder heart that might approve,And none are left to please when none are left tolove.

XCY.

Thou too art. gone, thou loved and lovely one!Whom youth and youth's affection bound to me;Who did for me what none beside have done,Nor shrank from one albeit unworthy thee.

What is my being? thou hast ceased to he!

Nor staid to welcome here thy wanderer home,Who mourns o’er hours which we no more shallseC'—■

Would they had never been, or were to come!Would lie had ne’er returned to find fresh cause to

roam!