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Alexander Pope: Minor poems

Edited by Norman Ault: Completed by John Butt

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LINES TO A FRIEND.
  
  
  
  
  
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LINES TO A FRIEND.

Written at his Mother's Bedside.

While ev'ry Joy, successful Youth! is thine,
Be no unpleasing Melancholy mine.
Me long, ah long! may these soft Cares engage;
To rock the Cradle of reposing Age,
With lenient Arts prolong a Parent's Breath,
Make Languor smile, and smooth the Bed of Death.
Me, when the Cares my better Years have shown
Another's Age, shall hasten on my own;
Shall some kind Hand, like B***'s or thine,
Lead gently down, and favour the Decline?
In Wants, in Sickness, shall a Friend be nigh,
Explore my Thought, and watch my asking Eye?
Whether that Blessing be deny'd, or giv'n,
Thus far, is right; the rest belongs to Heav'n.