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SONNET XLVII.
['Twere like a dear lov'd long lost friend regain'd]
1st Oct. 1807.
'Twere like a dear lov'd long lost friend regain'd
When least expected, in thy solitude
To hear a voice which fits thy pensive mood:
Men of the world, who joy's full cup have drain'd,
Repress the sneer; nor selfishly arraigned,
Miscall each sentiment not understood:
There are, like me, who life's gay scenes have viewed,
In sorrow's discipline too early trained.
How oft have arid thought, and black despair,
Which, numb'd by sorrow's iron guardian pride,
Would never yield to grief personified,—
Seduced to tears—that long congealed had dwelt
In cold repression, thus been mollified,
When plaintive numbers breathed emotions felt.
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