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HOURS OF IDLENESS.

8.

Though my vows I can pour,
To my Mary no more,[1]
My Mary, to Love once so dear,
In the shade of her bow'r,
I remember the hour,
She rewarded those vows with a Tear.


9.

By another possest,
May she live ever blest!
Her name still my heart must revere:
With a sigh I resign,
What I once thought was mine,
And forgive her deceit with a Tear.


10.

Ye friends of my heart,
Ere from you I depart,
This hope to my breast is most near:
If again we shall meet,
In this rural retreat,
May we meet, as we part, with a Tear.


11.

When my soul wings her flight
To the regions of night,

And my corse shall recline on its bier;[2]
  1. [Miss Chaworth was married in 1805.]
  2. And my body shall sleep on its bier.—[4to. P. on V. Occasions.]