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TO ALL FRIENDS.
A book of many thoughts in classic measures;Songs of my Heart, attuned through many a year
From time to time a silent hour to cheer;
Unguarded tell-tales of mine inner pleasures,
High hopes, and joys most deep, and loves most dear;
What welcome shall we find?—Neglect?—Reproof?
Critical pride that scorns and holds aloof?
No, Friends! not such will be my welcome here:
From heart to heart I speak, from love to love,
With kindly words that kindliness inspire,
Frankly, confidingly: no fear, no fear,
But love shall be your greeting to my lyre;
For, through the mercies lent me from above,
I warm your hearts, O Friends! with holy fire.
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