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I had a daily Bliss
I half indifferent viewed
Till sudden I perceived it stir—
It grew as I pursued

Till when around a Height
It wasted from my sight
Increased beyond my utmost scope
I learned to estimate.

Edited by Peter Carter

Added: 2 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 27 May 2012 2:12 PM | Viewed: 6122 times

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