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TO HOPE.
Gilded Phantom, light and vain,Gay, delusive, fleeting thing;
Flattering shade, descend again,
Bear me on thy downy wing.
What tho' oft thou dost deceive,
Still I woo thee to my breast;
Listen still, and still believe,
Till each doubt is hush'd to rest.
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