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EPODE I.
Oh Pity, on whose cheek divine,Like gems, the trembling dew-drops shine;
Whose humid lustre soothes the heart
Impierc'd by keen Misfortune's dart;
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Chace from the furious Albert's mind
Each passion, and each thought unkind,
And let his fierce resentment quickly die.
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