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And neerer when he did repaire,
Both face and voyce he knew,
Her plaints forto renew:
And sorrow-faking grones,
Thus all breake forth at once.
But ah, how quick the change!, the morning gleam,
That cheer'd my fancy with her magic ray, Fled like the gairish pageant of a dream,
And forrow clos'd the evening of my day.