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WHEN TO THE SESSIONS OF SWEET SILENT THOUGHT

I SUMMON UP REMEMBRANCE OF THINGS PAST

I SIGH THE LACK OF MANY A THIHG I SOUGHT

AND WITH OLD WOES NEW WAIL MY DEAR TIMES WASTE

THEN CAN I DROWN AN EYE UNUSED TO FLOW

FOR PRECIOUS FRIENDS HID IN DEATH’S DATELESS NIGHT

AND WEEP AFRESH LOVE’S LONG SINCE CANCELLED WOE

AND MOURN THE EXPENSE OF MANY A VANISHED SIGHT

THEN CAN I GRIEVE AT GRIEVANCES FOREGONE

AND HEAVILY FROM TIME TO TIME TELL O’ER

THE SAN ACCOUNT OF FOR BEMAOANED MOAN

WHICH I NEW PAY AS IF NOT PAID BEFORE

BUT IF THE WHILE I THINK OF THEE DEAR FRIEND

ALL LOSSES ARE RESTORED AND SORROWS END