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[Dear Friend, so much admired, so oft desired]
Dear Friend, so much admired, so oft desired,'Tis true that now I wish to be away.
You are not tiresome, no! but I am tired.
Allow to servant brain and nerves full play
In their electric function, yea and nay;
Faith and affection do not shift their ground,
Howe'er the vital currents ebb and flow;
To feel most free because most firmly bound
Is Friendship's privilege: so now I go
To rest awhile the mystic nerves and brain,
To walk apart,—and long for you again.
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