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<h2>COMFORT TO A YOUTH THAT HAD LOST HIS LOVE </h2>
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What needs complaints,<br/>
When she a place<br/>
Has with the race<br/>
Of saints?<br/>
In endless mirth,<br/>
She thinks not on<br/>
What's said or done<br/>
In earth:<br/>
She sees no tears,<br/>
Or any tone<br/>
Of thy deep groan<br/>
She hears;<br/>
Nor does she mind,<br/>
Or think on't now,<br/>
That ever thou<br/>
Wast kind:—<br/>
But changed above,<br/>
She likes not there,<br/>
As she did here,<br/>
Thy love.<br/>
—Forbear, therefore,<br/>
And lull asleep<br/>
Thy woes, and weep<br/>
No more.<br/></p>
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