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Some mingled years of woe and bliss have flown,
Since last we call'd these anxious hopes our own;
Now thrown on active life's tumultuous stage,
New fears, new cares, our busy thoughts engage;
But still our hearts, to early feelings true,
Cling to the cherish 'd wish of pleasing you,
To your indulgence we commend our cause,
And hope, yet dare not ask, your kind applause!
Since last we call'd these anxious hopes our own;
Now thrown on active life's tumultuous stage,
New fears, new cares, our busy thoughts engage;
But still our hearts, to early feelings true,
Cling to the cherish 'd wish of pleasing you,
To your indulgence we commend our cause,
And hope, yet dare not ask, your kind applause!
