The poetical works of John Nicholson ... Carefully edited from the original editions, with additional notes and a sketch of his life and writings. By W. G. Hird |
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LINES TO A FRIEND. |
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LINES TO A FRIEND.
Where's my harp my soul to cheer;
Its tones were wont to glad my breast?
Where's my friend, who dried each tear,
Encourag'd me, and I was blest?
Its tones were wont to glad my breast?
Where's my friend, who dried each tear,
Encourag'd me, and I was blest?
Is he gone? my only stay,
On whom my brightest hopes were plac'd;
Is that friendship fled away,
And its heavenly form defac'd?
On whom my brightest hopes were plac'd;
Is that friendship fled away,
And its heavenly form defac'd?
Has some action, undesign'd,
Quench'd the spark that once was bright?
Or my wild eccentric mind
Thrown a veil 'twixt me and light?
Quench'd the spark that once was bright?
Or my wild eccentric mind
Thrown a veil 'twixt me and light?
Friendship! Oh, thou glorious star!
Though deep clouded, yet appear;
Wander not from me so far,
Nor leave me thus oppress'd with care.
Though deep clouded, yet appear;
Wander not from me so far,
Nor leave me thus oppress'd with care.
If thou art for ever fled,
I in darkness long must mourn;
Pleasure, hope, and comfort dead,
Raptures never can return.
I in darkness long must mourn;
Pleasure, hope, and comfort dead,
Raptures never can return.
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