Chapter LXXVI

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I recollect it well, and lov'd the time,
When we were wont to meet: when last we met,
I parted from you for this western clime,
With the deep feeling never to forget.
In the quick bustle of the busy throng,
I feel that I shall miss ye, O! how long!
The generous hearts who mann'd my spirit on--
Who sooth'd me when I lost, and cheer'd me if I won.[9]