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To a Discarded FAVOURITE.
Flutt'ring within a sunny ray,A shining Mote was heard to say,
“In Me what glories are display'd!
“For Me the sun and stars were made;
“For Me”—The sun his beams withdrew,
The Mote was lost—and so are You.
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