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“------Diffugiunt cadis
Cum fæce siccatis amici,
Ferre jugum pariter dolosi .”
Hor., lib. i Od. xxxv. 26.
Cum fæce siccatis amici,
Ferre jugum pariter dolosi .”
Hor., lib. i Od. xxxv. 26.
The darkest cloud that marks below
Misfortune's alter'd scene,
Is in affection's changing brow,
And cold averted mien.
Misfortune's alter'd scene,
Is in affection's changing brow,
And cold averted mien.
Then friends depart, and by and bye,
All one by one are gone,
Like swallows from a wintry sky,
And we are left alone.
All one by one are gone,
Like swallows from a wintry sky,
And we are left alone.
“Yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee.”
Is. xlix. 15.
There is a Friend that draws more near
As other friends depart,
And enters with a warmer cheer
Into a broken heart.
As other friends depart,
And enters with a warmer cheer
Into a broken heart.
When from a stricken deer they flee,
And leave alone to die,
He opes His bosom unto thee,
In endless bliss to lie.
And leave alone to die,
He opes His bosom unto thee,
In endless bliss to lie.
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