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ADDITIONAL STANZAS
NOT INSCRIBED
I
She mourns, sweet tuneful youth, thy hapless fate:Tho' all the powers of song thy fancy fir'd,
Yet Luxury and Wealth lay by in State,
And, thankless, starv'd what they so much admir'd.
II
This humble tribute with a tear he gives,A brother Bard—he can no more bestow:
But dear to fame thy Song immortal lives,
A nobler monument than Art can show.
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