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SONNET TO G.D.L---,
ON THE APPROACH OF WINTER.
My much lov'd Friend! whose labours oft dispenseTo the worn sufferer health's returning bloom:
Skilful, yet modest; kind without pretence;
Whose cordial sympathy hath cheer'd the gloom
Of hours more dark than Winter's self can show!
While lengthen'd Evenings linger out the Year,
May we, beside thy fire's reviving glow,
Beguile in social converse evenings drear.
And if, at such an hour, a transient thought
Of vain regret for blessings known no more
Should cross my mind; thy friendship, richly fraught
With consolation, shall my peace restore.
Grateful I'll bow to Heaven's supreme decree,
Since, though it call'd for much, it left me Thee.
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