The great, the gay, shall they partake
The heaven that thou alone canst make?
And wilt thou quit the stream
That murmurs through the dewy mead,
The grove and the sequester'd shed,
To be a guest with them?
For thee I panted; thee I prized.
For thee I gladly sacrificed20
Whatever I lov'd before;
And shall I see the start away
And, helpless, hopeless, hear thee say—
Farewell! we meet no more!
Cowper.
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