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LINES, ON THE FATE OF A YOUNG GIRL.
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Like thy country's has thy fate been;
Gone love's sunshine, thou hast died,
'Reft of all who bravely loved her,
Long in death's shade has she sighed.
Yet one hope abides unfading,
Thou wilt rise in radiance bright;
And thy land, from sorrow springing,
Yet may glow in Freedom's light.
