ur, o;
some cause uill stept between, to frustrate eadeavour, o;
sometimes by foes i was o'erpower'd, sometimes by friends forsaken, o;
and when my hope was at the top, i still was worst mistaken, o.
then sore harass'd and tir'd at st, with fortune's vain delusion, o,
i dropt my schemes, like idle dreams, and came to this clusion, o;
the past was bad, and the future hid, its good or ill untried, o;
but the present hour was in my pow'r, and so i would enjoy it, o.
no help, nor hope, nor view had i, nor person to befriend me, o;
so i must toil, and sweat, and moi
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