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To G. H. S--- Esq.
FRIENDSHIP.
Dum sanus, nil jucundo contulerim amico
—Hor.
—Hor.
Friendship! balm of life! sweetest boon,
To lighten weary trav'llers here;
In life's gay morn, or waning noon,
Thou chain of souls be waiting near.
To lighten weary trav'llers here;
In life's gay morn, or waning noon,
Thou chain of souls be waiting near.
In vain the world may kindly lend
With bounteous hand its boasted store—
Give me my hearty feeling friend,
What else remains to bless me more!
With bounteous hand its boasted store—
Give me my hearty feeling friend,
What else remains to bless me more!
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Oh! grant me him, whose kindling heart,
I lock'd in union with mine own;
His speaking looks will bliss impart,
When other joys are gone and flown.
I lock'd in union with mine own;
His speaking looks will bliss impart,
When other joys are gone and flown.
If fell disaster cloud my fate,
And weeping griefs in torrents roll;
If scowling envy mar my state,
A friend can heal my rifted soul!
And weeping griefs in torrents roll;
If scowling envy mar my state,
A friend can heal my rifted soul!
When life's pulse for anguish throbs,
And bursting tears bedim the eye;
Let friendship calm the bursting sobs,
With gentle solace rest the sigh.
And bursting tears bedim the eye;
Let friendship calm the bursting sobs,
With gentle solace rest the sigh.
In banquet hours, where all may seem
With bland endearment kind and true;
O! let me see my friend's eye beam,
His glance is brighter, dearer too.
With bland endearment kind and true;
O! let me see my friend's eye beam,
His glance is brighter, dearer too.
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When gladness sends the fleeting smile
To play like lightning round the face;
A friend's warm sympathy beguiles,
And gives to every bliss a grace.
To play like lightning round the face;
A friend's warm sympathy beguiles,
And gives to every bliss a grace.
In cold death's still and solemn hour,
While the soul quivers like the tear;
Sweet friendship with thy heav'n sprung power,
Be thou like angel hov'ring near.
While the soul quivers like the tear;
Sweet friendship with thy heav'n sprung power,
Be thou like angel hov'ring near.
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