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FRAGMENT.

Though dark around, and dark before,
If dark the past, why look behind,
On pleasures that will please no more,
Virtues, whose failure stings the mind,
Abortive deeds, and wishes blind?
Still comes the fiend, that comes in vain;
Still shrieks regret on every wind,
And murders murder'd hope again.
Remembrance is the urn of pain.