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Thus, in this wilderness of years,
Amidst the world's perplexing gloom,
The transient torch of Hymen cheers The pilgrim jomneying to the tomb.
Unhappy he,- whose hopeless eye Turns to the light of love in vain ;
Whose Cynosure is in the sky. He on the dark and lonely main.
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