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POETICAL EPISTLE.
Say, generous worth, since moved by noble ends,Since purest joy on sympathy depends,
And since our hearts are warmed with genuine fire,
Say, can the glowing passion soon expire?
Disclose the secret wishes of your heart,
Your bosom open, and your mind impart.
Laurillo's breast its native warmth retains,
And feels the transports that true friendship feigns.
If swoln with grief, diffuse a healing balm,
And soothe his troubled bosom to a calm.
If injured, save, and let his name revive;
Forget his foibles, and true love shall live.
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