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SONNET X. TO THE SAME. [A COLLEGE FRIEND]
Yes! thou art doom'd to meet full many a frown,Perhaps, from pride's rude offspring, who despise
The worth of tremulous diffidence, and crown
Each dazzling attribute with virtue's prize.
Yet, if amidst the stormy wilderness
Of life, some friend thy gentle spirit find;
Spite of the unfeeling million, he shall bless,
With warm sincerity, thy kindred mind.
But trust not the fond look, the specious smile:
Nor deem that o'er thy path the unsetting light
Of friendship beams.—Alas! if free from guile,
Thou wilt the poor, the timid caution slight!
How hard their lot, who feel its value most,
To shed the bitter tear for friendship lost!
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