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THE FOURTH POEM.

[On my Account, to Grief a ceaseless Prey]

On my Account, to Grief a ceaseless Prey,
Dost thou a sympathetic Anguish prove?
I would not wish to live another Day,
If my Recovery did not charm my Love:
For what were Life, and Health, and Bloom to me,
Were they displeasing, beauteous Youth! to thee.