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A FRIEND'S WISHES.
I.
I wish you joy and health, my boy!A purse with gold well lined;
To bless thy life, a virtuous wife
Of cultivated mind!
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Down life's swift rolling stream;
No cloud on high to rob thy sky
Of sunlight's cheerful gleam.
II.
May age to thee no winter be,But like the summer glow;
And song and fame light up a flame
Beneath thy locks of snow:
And Heaven thy soul, when reached time's goal,
Receive within its bowers,
To meet once more friends gone before,
Crowned with unwithering flowers.
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