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TO AN OLD SWEETHEART
WRITTEN ON A COPY OF HIS POEMS
I
Once fondly lov'd and still remember'd dear,Sweet early object of my youthful vows,
Accept this mark of friendship, warm, sincere—
(Friendship! 'tis all cold duty now allows);
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II
And when you read the simple artless rhymes,One friendly sigh for him—he asks no more—
Who, distant, burns in flaming torrid climes,
Or haply lies beneath th'Atlantic roar.
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