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510.
[May I not feel my comfort fled]
I am distressed for thee, my brother Jonathan, &c.
—i. 26.
May I not feel my comfort fled,
When lovely Jonathan is dead?
God unprovoked my sorrow sees,
Jesus allows the soft distress:
Hence o'er the pleasing past I rove,
Recall the wonders of his love,
And till my life of mourning end,
Lament for a departed friend!
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