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What makes my quest of happiness seem vain?

Disdain

What bids me to abandon hope of ease?

Jealousies

What holds uish of suspense?

Absence

If that be so, then for rief

Where shall I turn to seek relief,

When hope on every side lies slain

By Absence, Jealousies, Disdain?

What the prilory ever looks askance?

Chance

Whence is periven?

Heaven

If that be so, I but await

The stroke of a resistless fate,

Since, working for ue I see

What must I do to find a ree?

Change

What, if all fail, will cure the heart of sadness?

Madness

If that be so, it is but folly

To seek a cure for e, in Madness, or in Death

The hour, the summer season, the solitary place, the voice and skill of

the singer, all contributed to the wonder and delight of the two