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The Sick
Where thou hast been once well received,There thou shouldst often go again;
That so, of every want relieved,
Joy may find birth in buried pain.
I knew one, but his heart was weak,
Who went when keen was sorrow's smart;
And well a moment, would not seek
The hand that touched with healing art;
I knew another; he was wise;
Nor felt he of his wounds made strong,
Till he could from his couch arise,
And walk with him who cured along:
Which art thou, friend? for oft the first
Will call the better one the worst.
Poem No. 808; late 1838-early 1840
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