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We were the happiest pair of humankind.
The rolling year its varying course perform'd
And back return'd again,
Another and another smiling came,
And saw our happiness unchang'd remain:
Still in her golden chain
Harmonious Concord did our wishes bind,
Our studies, pleasures, taste, the same.
O fatal fatal stroke!
That all this pleasing fabrick Love had rais'd
Of rare felicity,
On which ev'n wanton Vice with envy gaz'd,
And ev'ry scheme of bliss our hearts had form'd
With soothing hope for many a future day,
In one sad moment broke!—
Yet, O my Soul! thy rising murmurs stay,
Nor dare th' allwise Disposer to arraign,
Or against his supreme decree
With impious grief complain.
That all thy fullblown joys at once should fade
Was his most righteous will—and be that will obey'd.
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