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SONG.

1 THE season comes when first we met,
2 But you return no more;
3 Why cannot I the days forget,
4 Which time can ne'er restore?
5 O days too sweet, too bright to last,
6 Are you indeed for ever past?
7 The fleeting shadows of delight,
8 In memory I trace;
9 In fancy stop their rapid flight,
10 And all the past replace:
11 But, ah, I wake to endless woes,
12 And tears the fading visions close!

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Title (in Source Edition): SONG.
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Genres: song

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Hunter, Anne Home (Mrs. John), 1742-1821. Poems, by Mrs. John Hunter. London: Printed for T. Payne, Mews Gate, by T. Bensley, Bolt Court, Fleet Street, 1802, p. 102. 

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