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XXVII. To Mr. STACEY.
Stacey! with whom, while through it's channels flow'dThe purple tide of youth in swift career,
While health on every object round bestow'd
Those charms, which languid else, and blank appear;
With whom the hours by social converse gay
Urged on, have forward past with rapid flight,
Till unexpected came eve's milder ray,
And the star rose, clear harbinger of night:
While wit, and frolic humour, pun, or jest,
Tied mirth and laughter to the festive board:
With old wine crown'd, cull'd from the choicest hoard.
Though I no more perhaps may be thy guest,
Thou mine, (so inauspicious health ordains)
With hospitable smile receive my strains!
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