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ODE XI. TO A FRIEND APPREHENSIVE OF DECLINING FRIENDSHIP.

Too much in Man's imperfect state
Mistake produces useless pain.—
Methinks, of Friendship's frequent fate
I hear my Frogley's voice complain.
This heart, I hope, forgives its foes;
I know it ne'er forgets its friends;
Where'er may Chance my steps dispose,
The absent oft my thought attends.
Deem not that Time's oblivious hand
From Memory's page has ras'd the days,
By Lee's green verge we wont to stand,
And on his chrystal current gaze.

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From Chadwell's cliffs, o'erhung with shade,
From Widbury's prospect-yielding hill,
Sweet look'd the scenes we then survey'd,
While Fancy sought for sweeter still:
Then how did Learning's stores delight!
From books what pleasures then we drew!
For then their charms first met our sight,
And then their faults we little knew.
Alas! Life's Summer swiftly flies,
And few its hours of bright and fair!
Why bid Distrust's chill east-wind rise,
To blast the scanty blooms they bear?