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SONNET.

O tell me not that gloomy solitude
Reigns o'er the desert vast, or hermit's cell!
Nay, but in cities, where together dwell
Hearts with discordant principles imbued.
He who hath made it willingly his choice
'Mid nature's smiling wilderness to dwell,
May hear, from lofty crag and woody fell,
Tones sweeter far to him than e'en Man's voice.
But oh, the hell that lurks within the heart,
When soul with soul in union bound we see;

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Yet stand, like banished men, far, far apart,
Forbid to join that joyful company.
Oh, 'tis a sight would draw from Hate a tear,
To see one standing thus—as I stand here!