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SONNET XXXIV.
[When friendship turns her long averted face]
18th Jan. 1807.
When friendship turns her long averted face,
And sweetly smiles on me again; 'tis hard
To wear the look of coldness, nor embrace
The dear and proffer'd blessing of regard.
Oh Thou, at whose behest man runs the race
Of life, howe'er severe; who bidst him guard
His eyes, his senses, and his heart, nor chase
In this bleak clime a premature reward;
Forgive me, if my thoughts, at times, rebel;
If feeling strongly, I should sometimes pine
To make the flattering dreams of pleasure mine—
And grasp those joys my fancy feigns too well.
The ascendant will bends to thy great design
Tho' trait'rous wishes throb, and tears of nature swell.
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