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To the SAME,
On his Poems addressed to Thespia.
“Year after year steals something every day,”So sung the sweetest of the tuneful train.
Year after year to prove the assertion vain,
We mark with growing joy each added lay.
For still responsive to thy breast, the lyre
Resounds, and every note symphonious flows:
And may thy Thespia long that strain inspire,
Where tenderest Friendship melts, and passion glows!
Yet Friendship! tho 'tis thine to hold enchain'd
The noblest spirits in thy golden tye,
Thy joys, nor those of Passion unrestrain'd,
With wedded Love the soul's soft union vie.
And may the truth we feel still prompt thy lay,
While years on years revolving roll away!
RICHARD HOLE. March 1, 1791.
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