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Literary Gazette, 24th April, 1824, Page 268
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I cannot bear to look on thee,
And think on all that thou hast given
Of happiness and misery,—
Alternately a hell! a heaven!
How can the merchant bear to gaze
Upon the deep blue ocean wave?
The sea, in which his wealth was lost,
At first its source and then its grave!
My every hope is wrecked for thee,
My life is clouded for thy sake;
You taught my heart love's richest store,
Must its next lesson be to break?L. E. L.
