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SONNET VI.
Away, dull care, and leave me;By cheerful fancy led,
No more shall doubt e'er grieve me,
Each hour by pleasure sped.
Rejoicing, as they pass away,
Repeating, as they fly
On downy wing: “Oh! sieze to-day,
Give it to joy, it will not stay
E'er to-morrow's morning ray;
Resting on its bed of clay,
Still thy heart may lie.”
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