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Some act upon this prudent plan,
Safe policy, but hateful
Unpleasant and ungrateful.
No subterfuge or pleading
A spy on my proceeding.
Of evils yet unmentioned
To be at least expedient;
A principle ingredient.
Thoug'ı some have turned and turned it;
And, whether being crazed or blind,
Have not, it seems, discerned it.
0! Friendship, if my soul forego Thy dear delights while here below;
To mortify and grieve me, May I myself at last appear Unworthy, base, and insincere,
Or may my friend deceive me!
THE KIND OLD FRIENDLY FEELINGS.
BY CHARLES SWAIN.
The kind old friendly feelings !
We have their spirit yet,
Since thou and I last met!
Seems in thy fading eye,
I loved in times gone by-
Had ever brought one sigh!
Ah, who need yet be told
Like those loved links of old !
The touch of age may show,
I loved so long ago
Had taught one tear to flow !
Oh, seem they e'er less dear,
May meet us with a tear?
Ambition showed our way-
Before Truth's searching ray
THE BLESSINGS OF FRIENDSHIP.
Know'st thou, Lorenzo! what a friend contains ! As bees mixed nectar draw from fragrant flowers, So men from friendship wisdom and delight; Twins tied by nature, if they part they die. Hast thou no friend to set thy mind abroach i
Good sense will stagnate: thoughts shut up want air,
denied ; Speech, thought's canal! speech, thought's crite
rion too! Thought in the mine may come forth gold or dross ; When coined in words we know its real worth. If sterling, store it for thy future use; 'T will buy the benefit! perhaps, renown. Thought, too, delivered is the more possessed : Teaching, we learn : and, giving, we retain The births of intellect; when dumb, forgot. Speech ventilates our intellectual fire: Speech burnishes our mental magazine ; Brightens, for ornament; and whets, for use. What numbers, sheathed in erudition, lie, Plunged to the hilts in venerable tomes, And rusted in; who might have borne an edge, And played a sprightly beam, if born to speech; If born blessed heirs of half their mother's tongue ! 'Tis thought's exchange ; which, like th' alternate
push Of waves conflicting, breaks the learned scum, And defectates the student's standing pool.
In contemplation is his proud resource ? 'Tis poor, as proud, by converse unsustained. Rude thought runs wild in contemplation's field: Converse, the manége, breaks it to the bit Of due restraint; and emulation's spur
Gives graceful energy, by rivals awed.
Wisdom, though richer than Peruvian mines,
Celestial Happiness, whene'er she stoops To visit earth, one shrine the goddess finds, And one alone, to make her sweet amends For absent heaven-the bosom of a friend; Where heart meets heart, reciprocally soft, Each other's pillow to repose divine. Beware the counterfeit: in passion's flame