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Still outlives many a storm, that has effac'd
A thousand other themes less deeply trac'd.
Thy nightly visits to my chamber made,
That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid ;
Thy morning bounties ere I left my home,
The biscuit, or confectionary plum ;
The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestow'd
By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glow'd ::
All this, and more endearing still than all,
Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall,
Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks,
That humour interpos’d too often makes ;
All this still legible in mem’ry's page,
And still to be so to niy latest age,
Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay
Such honours to thee as my numbers may ;
Perhaps a frail memorial, but sincere,
Not scorn’d in Heav'n, though little notic'd here.

Could Time, his flight revers’d, restore the hours,
When, playing with thy vesture’s tissu'd flow'rs,
The violet, the pink, and jessamine,
I prick'd them into paper with a pin,
(And thou wast happier than myself the while,
Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and

smile) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them

here?
I would not trust my heart-the dear delight
Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might.
But now-what here we call our life is such,
So little to be lov'd, and thou so much,

That I should ill requite thee to constrain
Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.

Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast
(The storms all weather'd and the ocean cross’d)
Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle,
Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile,
There sits quiescent on the floods, that show
Her beauteous form reflected clear below,
While airs impregnated with incense play
Around her, fanning light her streamers gay ;
So thou, with sails how swift! hast reach'd the shore,
• Where tempests never beat nor billows roar, **
And thy lov'd consort on the dang’rous tide
Of life long since has anchor’d by thy side.
But me, scarce hoping to attain that rest,
Always from port withheld, always distress'd-
Me howling blasts drives derious, tempest-toss’d,
Sails ripp'd, seams op'ning wide, and compass lost,
And day by day some current's thwarting force
Sets me more distant from a prosp'rouse course.
Yet 0 the thought, that thou art safe, and he!
'That thought is joy, arrive what may to me.
My boast is not, that I deduce my birth
From loins enthron’d, and rulers of the earth ;
But higher far my proud pretensions rise-
The son of parents pass'd into the skies.
And now, farewell— Time unrevok'd has run.
His wonted course, yet what I wish'd is done.
By contemplation's help, not sought in vain,
I seem'd t' have liv'd my childhood o'er again ;

* Garih.

To liave renew'd the joys that once were mine,
Without the sin of violating thine;
And, while the wings of Fancy still are free,
And I can view this mimick show of thee,
Tin e has but half succeeded in his theft
Thyself remov'd, thy pow'r to soothe me left.

FRIENDSHIP.

WHAT virtue, or what mental grace, But men unqualified and base

Will boast it their possession ? Profusion apes the noble part Of liberality of heart,

And dulness of discretion.

If every polish'd gem we find,
Illuminating heart or mind,

Provoke to imitation;
No wonder friendship does the same,
That jewel of the purest flame,

Or rather constellation.

No knave but boldly will pretend
The requisites that form a friend,

A real and a sound one;
Nor any fool, he would deceive,
But prove as ready to believe,

And dream that he had found one.

Candid, and generous, and just,
Boys care but little whom they trust,

An errour soon corrected

For who but learns in riper years,
That man, when smoothest he appears,

Is most to be suspected ?

Bat here again a danger lies,
Lest, having misapplied our eyes,

And taken trash for treasure,
We should unwarily conclude
Friendship a false ideal good,

A mere Utopian pleasure.

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Who seek a friend should come dispos’d,
T' exhibit in full bloom disclos'd

The graces and the beauties,
That form the character he seeks,
For 'tis a union, that bespeaks

Reciprocated duties,

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