6.

Or as Lear I pour'd for the deep imprecation,

By my daughters of kingdom and reason depriv'd:

Till fir'd by loud plaudits, and self adulation,

I consider'd myself as a Garrick reviv'd.

7.

Ye dreams of my boyhood how much I regret you,

As your memory beams through this agoniz'd breast,

Thus sad and deserted, I ne'er can forget you,

Though this heart throbs to bursting by anguish possest.

8.

I thought this poor brain fever'd even to madness,

Of tears as of reason forever was drain'd,

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But the drops which now flow down this bosom of sadness,

Convince me, the springs have some moisture retain'd.

9.

Sweet scenes of my childhood! your blest recollection,

Has wrung from these eye-lids to weeping long dead,

In torrents, the tears of my warmest affection,

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