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Yet thou may'st happiness partake,
And life and health enjoy;
With thy congenial friend be blest,
And pleased thy hours employ.
And life and health enjoy;
With thy congenial friend be blest,
And pleased thy hours employ.
But sickness claims my wasting form,
My broken spirit bends;
While misery, with unceasing storm,
On my crushed heart decends.
My broken spirit bends;
While misery, with unceasing storm,
On my crushed heart decends.
TO AN INTIMATE FRIEND.1827.
While fierce afflictions darken round
And pleasure's smile no more is found,
While hope and happiness are flown,
And sorrow heaves the breast alone,
The tortured heart in deep distress
Still ponders o'er thy loveliness;—
Still seems thy soothing voice to hear,
That sweetly falls on misery's ear.
The memory of thy worth and truth,
The sweetness of thy early youth,
From thy sad friend's dissolving heart
Nor pain, nor agony, can part.
And pleasure's smile no more is found,
While hope and happiness are flown,
And sorrow heaves the breast alone,
The tortured heart in deep distress
Still ponders o'er thy loveliness;—
Still seems thy soothing voice to hear,
That sweetly falls on misery's ear.
The memory of thy worth and truth,
The sweetness of thy early youth,
From thy sad friend's dissolving heart
Nor pain, nor agony, can part.
