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THE RING-DOVE'S LAMENT. 



Cotumba PaZumiiw.— (Linn.) 



Dear is my little native vale, 



The RiNG.DovE builds and nuirmurs there. 



Rogers. 



Why, alas ! am I forsaken ? — 



If forsaken ? — Is it true 1 — 

 Slill Affection will awaken 



Thoughts of Happiness and you ; — 



You — you — you I 



How have I in aught offended ? — 



With disdain why me pursue ? 

 Affection, with my being blended, 



Ever dwells, in thought, with you; — 



You^you — you. 



More professing you may find one, — 

 More imposing — not more true ; 



But a heart — where meet more kind one, 

 One that, e*er, will beat for you ? 



ybw— yoM— 2/ow. 



