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THAT fatal Night alone I sate,
Not howling Dog, or murm'ring Wind,
Did interrupt my calm Retreat,
But Time slid unperceiv'd as Fate,
And quiet as my Mind.
My Soul abstract from worldly Thought,
On nobler Speculations wrought,
Nor envy'd Wealth, or State,
Th' Enjoyments of the Great:
But thus of my lov'd Solitude possest,
I with the Dead by Turns, and with my self convers'd
Not howling Dog, or murm'ring Wind,
Did interrupt my calm Retreat,
But Time slid unperceiv'd as Fate,
And quiet as my Mind.
My Soul abstract from worldly Thought,
On nobler Speculations wrought,
Nor envy'd Wealth, or State,
Th' Enjoyments of the Great:
But thus of my lov'd Solitude possest,
I with the Dead by Turns, and with my self convers'd
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