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REFLECTIONS.
Ah! yes, I feel she's gone, and sad reality
Now points with lengthen'd finger to the void that's left.
Sorrow has ransack'd all her deep and hidden stores
Of subtle poisons, and made cruel choice of this,
Most painfully efficient, lingering, and sure.
Beat on, beat on, thou throbbing heart, burst the frail thread
Which now enchains thee here, and thou shalt rest in peace,
Now points with lengthen'd finger to the void that's left.
Sorrow has ransack'd all her deep and hidden stores
Of subtle poisons, and made cruel choice of this,
Most painfully efficient, lingering, and sure.
Beat on, beat on, thou throbbing heart, burst the frail thread
Which now enchains thee here, and thou shalt rest in peace,
