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Sonnet XCVIII.

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Since my griev'd mind some energy regains,         Industrious habits can, at times, repress         The weight of filial woe, the deep distress         Of life-long separation; yet its pains,      Oft do they throb along these fever'd veins. -         My rest has lost its balm, the fond caress         Wont the dear aged forehead to impress         At midnight, as he slept; - nor now obtains      My uprising the blest news, that cou'd impart         Joy to the morning, when its dawn had brought         Some health to that weak Frame, o'er which my heart      With fearful fondness yearn'd, and anxious thought. -         Time, and the HOPE that robs the mortal Dart         Of its fell sting, shall cheer me - as they ought.

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