"No envy that pure breast pervade;"

For he that revels in such charms,

Can never seek another's arms;

"Oh! may the happy mortal fated,

"To be by dearest ties related;

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"For her each hour new joy discover,

"And lose the husband in the lover.

"May that fair bosom never know

"What 'tis to feel the restless woe;

"Which stings the soul, with vain regret,

"Of him, who never can forget."

TO JULIA!

Julia! since far from you I've rang'd,

Our souls with fond affection glow not;

You say 'tis I, not you have chang'd,

I'd tell you why,—but yet I know not.

2.

Your polish'd brow, no cares have crost,

And Julia! we are not much older,

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