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Thou gav'st me time much good to do,
And health—and privileges too,
And if I fail'd, still blameless thou.
Thou brought'st me comfort from above,
Sweet peace, and fond paternal love,
No night of pain, or day of noise,
But gentle, intellectual joys.
I hang upon thy parting glance,
And bind thy memory to my heart;
Thy little life to me was sweet,
Was sweet as friendship—so depart.
ADDRESS TO A NEW MONTH.
Sunday, November 1st, 1812.
HAIL, stranger! thou art welcome! for I know
Thou cam'st to guide me on my way, and haste
My journey to my home. Thro' paths unknown