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XXVI. To Miss E. WALKER.
Accept these strains inspired by love sincere;Strains, which thy real Friends conjointly give,
Who ever shall esteem thy welfare dear;
And with them thanks, to kindness due, receive!
For when black clouds obscured my Thespia's sight,
And envious hid the cheerful beams of Heaven;
When from each darling object well-nigh riven,
Methought I saw the dreary realms of night,
Death's meager form, the joyless house of clay;
Then didst thou strive to render grief more light,
And the perplexing burthen take away
Of every care domestic. —In thy breast
Still be the warmer sentiments carest,
Which (though unthank'd) can well themselves repay.
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