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SONG.

[Where Fortune reigns in splendid pride]

Where Fortune reigns in splendid pride,
What madding thousands crowd her shrine!
With sweet Simplicity their guide,
O Love, how few resort to thine!
Yet when of Fortune's smile possess'd,
The sigh for other days they pour;
Some secret sorrow stings the breast,
And languor-loaded crawls each hour.
But Love's pure joys unsullied last;
His vot'ries taste a bliss sublime,
Sigh to regain the moments past,
And wish to clip the wings of Time.