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FRAGMENT
Lift thy head, despairing Creature!
Passion's shipwrecked castaway;
Reverently will pitying Nature
Watch thy solitary way.

True, there's no one can restore thee,
Out of Ocean's waste forlorn,
That one fairy bark that bore thee
From the country of the morn.

Through the dark and dreadful waters
Let the scattered fragments go;
Passion pitilessly shatters
Many as brave a vessel so.

True it is, the priceless treasures
Of thine early hopes are lost;
Many a golden freight as precious
To the greedy gulf is tost.

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