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EPIGRAM.

ADDRESSED TO A FRIEND.

If cares can quench the poet's fire,
And damp each cheerful-rising thought;
Make Wilson drooping drop the lyre,
Ere he perhaps a theme has sought;
Sure if there liv'd a friendly swain,
Mild, merry, generous to the poet;
Inspiring joy, expelling pain,
To please inclin'd, and kind to show it.
Can words tell how my heart would leap,
How throb to meet a swain so true!
Exclaim you, with affection deep,
‘Lives such a swain’?—he lives in you.