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And now essays his simple Faith to prove
By all the soft solicitudes of Love.
MS. E.
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But ah! too brief in Youths' enchanting reign,
Ere Manhood wakes th' unweeting heart to pain,
Silent and soft thy silver waters glide:
So glided Life, a smooth and equal Tide.
Sad Change! for now by choking Cares withstood
It hardly bursts its way, a turbid, boist'rous Flood!
MS. E.
[[30]]
Or silver'd its smooth course beneath the Moon. MS. 4o.
[[31]]
rude] the thorny MS. 4o erased.