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POEMS, &c.

THE STORY OF JUSTIN MARTYR. (SEE JUSTIN MARTYR’S FIRST DIALOGUE WITH TRYPHO.)

It seems to me like yesterday,

It

The morning when I took my way

Upon the shore—in solitude;

For in that miserable mood

It was relief to quit the ken

And the inquiring looks of men—

The looks of love and gentleness,

And pity, that would fain express{10}

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Its only purpose was to know,

That, knowing, it might soothe my woe:

But when I felt that I was free

From searching gaze, it was to me

Like ending of a dreary task,

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