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SONNET TO A FRIEND.

Though fate has willed that thou must change thy home,
To seek that bread which thou art here denied,—
Here where rank wealth can raise a lorldly dome,
By ill-fed worth and groaning toil supplied,
While we, alas! must bend to pampered pride,
Reft of the guerdon labour ought to give,
Submissive tremble when our tyrants chide,
And lack the human privilege to live;—
Yet thou wilt not forget the pleasant hours
Which we in social intercourse have spent,
When Poesy has strewn her magic flowers,
And calm Philosophy his wisdom lent.
Let memory its welcome missive send
To me, the youthful bard, who claims thee as his friend.