On a Dial in My Garden
Once at a potent leader's voice it stay'd,
Once it went back when a good monarch pray'd:
Mortals, howe'er we grieve, howe'er deplore,
The flying shadow shall return no more.
Once it went back when a good monarch pray'd:
Mortals, howe'er we grieve, howe'er deplore,
The flying shadow shall return no more.
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