Mourn now, my soul, with anguish of my pain: Cross'd are my joys which hope did ever give; Dry are mine eyes with shedding tears in vain; Dead is my heart which never more can live; Hard are my torments, living thus in grief; Harder yet her heart that yieldeth no relief.
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