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Thus for my age's good, my youth was tried,
And this my fortune till my mother died.
"So, amid sorrow much and little cheer—
A common case—I pass'd my twentieth year;
For these are frequent evils; thousands share
An equal grief—the like domestic care.
"Then in my days of bloom, of health and youth,
One, much above me, vow'd his love and truth.
We often met, he dreading to be seen,